Rulers of the Apocalypse—a group that was growing infamous at a very fast rate.
One would wonder who their boss was. What did they look like? What was their motive?
Well, for the first question...
"Why did the ones outside miss the routine report?"
Karina Carter—a woman with mixed blood—frowned as she sat on a natural chair—a pedestal made of rock in the cave.
She was a beautiful woman with a professional aura around her.
Her bright orange hair was tied in a bun, and she wore a loose tracksuit, which, although looked casual, didn't diminish her graceful looks.
Her face was long and sharp, and her dark blue eyes were right now filled with doubt and vigilance as she turned to look at one of the guys in front of her.
"Number 2, you go and check out what's happening."
She knew that whatever she was doing wasn't something people saw in a good light as she was stealing the effort of the others, but that is what she had always done.