On the other side, two speed-type Awakeners were still fleeing at full tilt, putting as much distance as they could between themselves and the Lizardfolk tribe. They darted through the dense terrain until they reached a secluded mountain valley.
There, a small group of humans lay low, hidden among the rocks and foliage, eyes sharp and alert, watching a different direction with tense anticipation.
Leading them was a young man—Ricky. As the founder of the White Robe Order, his outfit was instantly recognizable: half black, half white. The white wasn't just symbolic of his rank within the Order—it also served a practical purpose. When raiding and pillaging in the Outer Zone, it helped distinguish friend from foe in the chaos.
"Boss!"
One of the Awakeners called out, urgency written all over his face. "The rescue mission at the Lizardfolk tribe failed. Veyra and Jack... they didn't make it out!"
