Huff huff huff
While still catching their breaths, the humans are looking up at a seven-foot female Tamahaling tribe member who is carrying the intimidating child.
It is already past the twenty-minute time limit and no one died from breaking the oath.
The prince and his subordinates came back with the rest of the mutants and research materials that they had originally let slip away.
The large white room is also quiet but filled with unconscious former mutants.
"W-we did what you asked." Prince Felip said as he tried to stand straight with his trembling knees.
"Nope. You did what you oath."
Ndulou shifted his gaze from the prince towards the eight mutants they brought.
"I don't have any more strength. What should I do with them?" He asked Fenrir to ask for advice because he still needed his remaining energy to alter everyone's memories so he could hide his involvement in purifying the mutants.
