The next day, just as the sun was peaking over the horizon, seven people teleported into the office building they had commandeered. The office, like the rest of the Eyrie, was at an ideal temperature.
"Everyone ready?" Aiden asked, voice calm.
They were about to walk into an inferno. The clothes on their bodies were the only thing standing between them and certain death. According to the readings of the base, the temperature outside reached highs of 80 degrees Celsius.
The humans of this world had now become stronger. Their bodies were more resilient, but there were still many people who died from the heat. The thought crossed Ember's mind more than once that they were being weeded out.
She didn't dwell on it and thought of the task at hand. She had bought suits from the CE. It costs more than she expected, but the four days of CL just her and Aiden produced were more than enough to cover it.
