"If you like what you have now, just wait till we send you back to the Central Capital of the Doom Earldom, young man!"
The blood clone found himself in a special ops regiment consisting of 'gifted' Level-1 supernaturals, almost fifty members constituted this squad. As for the remaining soldiers, they were relegated throughout the army to establish military order.
Each soldier was provided with a mish-mash gathering of vultures and aristocrats. They were tasked with establishing order, and military formations, and preparing for the follow-up wave of dungeon break.
The blood clone inspected his new tactical gear; wristband, earpiece, energy weapons, and shock-resistant tactical suit. This tactical wristband had access to the wavelengths for the supernaturals channel and the general channel.
It was quite a novelty to hear the voices of other people directly in your ear.
