The nine remaining players in Fei Ming's team stepped through the heavy metal door one after another.
Their feet shuffled against the concrete floor of the dim chamber, echoing off the low ceiling lined with exposed pipes.
Other players had arrived earlier and spread across the space in loose clusters.
Some leaned against the walls with arms folded while others stood apart, watching every new arrival with tight shoulder s.
Fei Ming moved a few steps forward and examined the room.
Helena stood near the center of the chamber.
A dark smear of soot marked one side of her face, running from her cheekbone toward her jaw where smoke had clung to damp skin. Strands of hair stuck against the stain.
Her arms pressed against her ribs while her gaze remained fixed on the runic board suspended overhead.
'She survived.' Fei Ming's eyes shifted past her.
His gaze slid left to the Krat soldiers clustered together in a loose knot.
