The alphas' sight and hearing were sharp, and they noticed even quiet intruders.
Far away, by the shore, a group of strong alphas were hiding. By the time they were spotted, those few figures had already positioned themselves far away, blocking their escape route. Under the sea, a stronger figure was very close to the Kestrel and the others.
The Shanan Bay was a crescent-shaped gulf, and those figures were in the part of the bay that reached deepest into the sea. Their imposing presence was strong, all high-level alphas. Whether standing or crouching, their eyes shone coolly, ready to fight.
The sea mirrored the dark, silent shadows of the alphas' psychic incarnations.
Soldiers from the outpost knew that the most dangerous things in the Polluted Zone were sometimes not monsters, but their own kind. Especially when they've found treasure, and others have noticed.
This was a land where with no morals. Other people's lives was especially worthless in this lawless and wild place.
