The crowds buzzed with activity as everyone was busy with their own business.
Cain noticed a man carrying a steel beam on his shoulder, breathing steadily as if he were carrying no weight at all.
In one room, a group had gathered; amidst the commotion, they were in a heated discussion, pointing at the terminals in their hands.
One thing that caught Cain's attention about the group was that, despite the heated atmosphere, their expressions were sparkling like children excited over a new toy.
Perhaps, this was all thanks to the construction of this new civilization, which served as a symbol of humanity's resurgence against the virus beasts out there.
"Follow me."
Cain's mind snapped out of its daze when he heard the deep voice of the crimson-haired senior walking in front. Senior Helena, walking a step behind the man, spoke up.
"All of you, make sure your armor suits are equipped."
