Okay. I wasn't supposed to be here.
Like, really wasn't supposed to be here.
The air in the meeting room was intense—thick with seriousness and filled with a few baffled faces, one beaming look, and one giving me a death stare. It's the kind of atmosphere that only life-or-death conversations bring.
The Seekers—Claude, Allen, Terrius, Noir, Lexie, and Etienne—sat around a long metal table, some leaning forward, others sitting back with arms crossed, all of them focused on the holographic map floating in the center of the room.
It showed the details about a vortex, its type, class, location, possible terrain inside, and what kind of monsters to expect. I didn't know that Seekers study the vortexes first before they raid them.
I thought they just rushed in without any plans.
