Ayela landed on the wooden barricade Lucius had crafted for their safety, her boots thudded softly against the planks of wood as she steadied herself.
She was still exhausted from barely surviving that ordeal and thanks to Lucius, her clothes still felt wet with blood no matter how much she air-dried it.
The others were already tearing down tents, packing equipment, and tightening belts in preparation for the next move.
She passed through the group quickly, heading straight for Supreme Man's tent with stiff posture and a face that betrayed nothing.
She stopped at the flap.
"Boss, may I come in?"
"Sure, Ayela," Supreme Man replied casually.
She stepped inside and her eyes twitched.
The smell of soap mixed with sweat filled the tent. Supreme Man exited the small portable bathroom shirtless, toweling his hair.
Two women were gathering their clothes, both wobbling as if they had just gone three rounds with a hurricane.
