Talia recognized few people who were few hours ago were her colleagues. They were here to make sure the 'cargo' didn't try to escape.
"What? Want to say goodbye to your friend? I inquired they don't quite like you."
"I know."
"Thus is the fate of weak people. We who have transcended human limits can kill them with a touch, oh, I mean I can but there are similar plans for you once we land." The woman smirked.
She didn't think Talia could survive the ordeal after all she herself went through the rituals when she was ten years old. It was well documented that the younger they are the best would be their chances to survive. Talia was over thirty which makes her chances abysmal.
