The three cyborgs were currently leaning against the wall quietly with a deadpan expression. From a distance, they looked exactly like sculptures. Their principle was never to waste energy, because their master would be the one who had to pay for the nutrient solution to supplement their energy.
Sheyan gazed into the distance through the entrance of the cave and watched as the thunderstorm connected into a web, wantonly streaking across the sky. A ray of lightning would bolt down from time to time, striking fear into the heart of the creatures on the plain. When a stray lightning struck the ground about twenty meters away from him, Sheyan could clearly see the soil and plants being blasted away mercilessly. All that was left afterwards was a deep brown pit about 8 meters in circumference.
