Disguise: You Are Weak

"I bet you never hunt separately ever," as the caravan moved silently, the hunters were talking about different random things.

"As if you always went to hunt singlehandedly," the other hunter shook his shoulders, they were among the last who were weakest of all the hunters so to avoid any danger, they were sent in groups by the Omega.

The strongest hunters were killed slowly in all these decades.

"I am atleast daring to hunt more than you, you always remain near the Omega so you could find an exception in the selection, once we reached the dark region, I will request the Omega to send me separately," the hunter spoke in high airs, he was bragging his number of hunts and Jen was listening carefully.

"Such a pity, did you both always hunt in groups?" there was sarcasm in her tone, after traveling for midnight, Jen finally found a chance to snug in the conversation of two hunters.