In Section 109, amidst the well-city, those who were injured ingested inhibitors, but others concealed their wounds. Not for lack of funds to acquire medicine, but rather in pursuit of newfound abilities—a notion far from uncommon.
Upon the city walls, most people lay against the crenelations, peering into the well-city square with much discussion. "To be frank, I had not envied these puppeteers before, but now I am both envious and jealous."
"If this is successful, the overall combat power of Section 109 will surely advance a level."
"Let's hope for success, then our days will be better."
"With more distinguished individuals among us, will we, the weak, have a voice?"
"..."
In the well-city square, Mike stood at the entrance of the tent, awaiting Alan and David to organize twenty-six puppeteers into a queue.
