"It's enough harvesting all these cores… It's time to end the trial!"
John stood at the edge of the south-eastern territory, his eyes fixed on the map hovering in his vision. An entire month had passed since the meeting where he had laid out the grand plan to his friends, and they had uncovered their deepest secrets to him.
Since that day, he had scattered his friends across the different pocket trial territories. Each of them now led a specialised task force, a small but lethal army comprised of a detachment of Bulltors, three members of the Twelve, and several hundred humans.
Under the leadership of Cissel, Ricky, Luke, and Elena, these disparate groups had been forged into a cohesive military force through the fires of constant combat.
