{Bonus Chapter 1/4!}
As the aroma of breakfast lingered in the air, Midas, flanked by his Council Members, summoned the chosen fifteen for the Clan's newly formed Scouting Regiment. Moments later at their arrival, Midas could see various expressions and emotions painted on their faces.
Some were excited at being chosen, possibly looking forward to what other opportunities would open up for them. Some had pride in themselves for being part of this and clenched their fists, possibly knowing they had made a step forward.
Some were nervous, possibly hoping that their new positions did not require too much for them. Others even showed hints of boredom, possibly because they wanted to cut all the small talk and get to the part where they were scouting the desert on top of the Holy Dogs.
