Orion and Selene moved quietly, their eyes sharp as they surveyed the crowd.
The area surrounding the dungeon was a mix of chaos and desperation, with teams setting up camp, traders peddling supplies, and lone awakeners sitting on the dirt with hollow expressions.
Orion's brows knitted together, his innocent confusion making him look even younger.
"Selene, why do some of them look... sick? Aren't awakeners supposed to be an important asset?"
Selene's gaze flicked to the huddled figures, their gaunt faces and bruised skin a clear sign of neglect.
Many of them were support-type awakeners, their abilities not as flashy or useful in combat situations.
They were the healers, the barrier makers, the enhancers—the ones who kept teams alive, but rarely received credit or care.
Even though awakeners were supposed to be rare, and useful, that did not mean they were treated equally. Especially at the start of the apocalypse.