Tempest Fort.
The atmosphere in the briefing room buzzed with conversation.
Large metal walls gleamed under the cool, white lights, giving the room a clean, modern feel.
In the center, a long, shiny steel table stretched out, with chairs around it for the representative from different groups—mercenaries, advanced soldiers, and hunters.
These individuals weren't just any ordinary fighters; they had been carefully selected for this meeting.
While they might not be the absolute strongest, their overall combat skills and abilities were still exceptionally high, making them some of the best in their respective fields.
Did you hear the latest news from Green Valley?" a young man with brown undercut hair leaned closer "They've sent a distress signal. Something big is happening out there."
