The air in the Awakened base buzzed with urgency, a quiet tension weaving through every corner of the room.
I stood among a gathering of Awakened, each of them exuding an aura of strength and authority.
Their weapons gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and their expressions were grim, mirroring the situation we found ourselves in.
"Awakend Amber," one of them, a towering man with a scar running down his left cheek, called out as I lingered near the back.
His voice was low and commanding. "please pay attention, don't zone out."
I nodded, masking my impatience.
"Of course," I said, feigning attentiveness as they resumed their conversation about strategy, patrol routes, and potential weak points.
The problem was, none of this was new information.
They weren't saying anything useful, just reiterating what I have already heard.
My fingers tapped against my thigh, my mind racing.
