Inside the Blue Salt shelter's office, the leader sat stiffly behind his desk. His guards stood at the walls, but their hands never touched their weapons. They knew better.
Across from him, a woman in a Phoenix Phalanx uniform leaned casually against the desk.
She seemed to be the owner of the place more than him…
Of course, she wasn't alone… A dozen soldiers were standing like statues behind her… Their presence was suffocating as their armor seemed to be emitting a powerful aura around them.
The leader's voice was helpless as he looked at her.
"My guards won't stop you. They'll cooperate. But the mercenaries here, the traders, the scavengers… they'll decide on their own. I can't control them, Miss Tara."
The woman, Tara, laughed and spoke with a mocking tone. "That's fine. We don't need their loyalty. We only need their resources." She sat comfortably as she sipped a tea served to her...
