Meanwhile, Camile and Mack stood on the 18th floor of a hotel building that was situated right outside Luxebridge city.
They stared down at the crowd of people who were standing in a long line, with their bags and luggage.
"A lot of people are coming in seeking refuge. At this rate, I fear we may run out of place." Camile said, her voice a little sharp and confident.
"Wasn't this the plan? The more people that come to us, the higher chance we have in recruiting the superhumans among them." Mack said, his voice hoarse and deep.
"You are right… However, I keep feeling something is wrong with the events. The rain was supposed to come in the evening, however, it came in the morning… Could this mean the apocalypse is already here?" Camile muttered the last part under her breath.
She turned to Mack. "What about if there are too many? That would not only waste our space but it would also squander our resources."
