Chapter 98: The Stonehelm Bakery
The civilian sector of Bastion Seven felt like a completely different world compared to the pristine glass spires of the Vanguard Academy. Down here, the streets were narrow and packed with people. Neon signs flickered over rusted metal awnings.
The air smelled of grilled meat, exhaust fumes, and the loud chatter of regular citizens going about their lives. To these unawakened folks, Vanguard Knights were mythical figures who lived behind giant walls and fought nightmares.
At the corner of 4th and Elm stood a modest brick shop. A wooden sign hung over the door reading 'Stonehelm Ovens'.
The bell chimed loudly as the five members of Strike Team Zero stepped inside. The bakery was currently trapped in a chaotic blizzard of white flour. Wooden tables groaned under the weight of unbaked trays.
Two middle-aged people were frantically running between the prep stations. They looked like they were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.
