Scouts were everywhere. Scouts were a norm. To the factions that thrived in the Underground, it was necessary. Among the streets and alleyways, they talked in secrecy and in whispers and reverence. Scouts prepared for the ones they served.
'In the grand scheme of the Underground, they are another corpse on the streets.'
"The Unorthodox Sect's fighters have been impressive," one scout said, leaning on the wall. "But we need someone with more versatility. Someone who can handle both close and ranged combat. You know how Master Wang can be."
"Agreed," another replied. "We should consider approaching—"
The scout's words were cut off, suddenly freezing. The others noticed his abrupt stillness and followed his gaze into the darkness.
"I sense someone," the scout said, his voice low and tense. "We're being watched."
The other three scouts tensed. They scanned their surroundings. The streets were busy. Impossible to pick out what was what.
