"So in other words, we need to focus more on aerial weapons!"
John and his friends returned toward the depths of their zone, their boots heavy with the dust of the outside world.
They were dead tired, the kind of exhaustion that seeped into the marrow, yet the gears in John's mind were spinning too fast to allow for rest. There were too many variables, too many threats, and far too many things he needed to discuss with Goven.
As for his friends, the adrenaline was still surging. They were far beyond the point of sleep; they were in that manic state of post-battle euphoria, recounting tales of purple fire and falling silver ships to anyone who would listen.
The presence of a live Demon race member in their midst was the ultimate proof of their adventure. As they marched through the central hub of the zone, thousands of the resident dwellers, humans, Bulltors, and other liberated races, approached with a mixture of awe and trepidation to examine the captive.
