The scorching sun beat down on the desert as Hall 33 and Hall 22 acolytes faced off across the shifting yellow sands. The dry, crackling wind carried with it a palpable tension as both groups stood still, watching each other like predators sizing up their prey.
Hall 22, comprised of twenty Nephilim acolytes, stood with an air of superiority. They were the second-layer elites, groomed from powerful families within the Nephilim faction. Their posture exuded arrogance and stood in a perfect formation as if daring Hall 33 to make the first move.
The twelve acolytes of Hall 33, though outnumbered, didn't flinch. Dust swirled around them as they stood their ground, Hardy, stood at the front, observing and calculating.
