Upon entering the Central Station, Damon saw countless new faces scattered throughout the main hall.
Of course, it was impossible for him to know everyone in the station. The place had grown too large for that. But the newcomers were easy to spot, the way they gathered together in tight clusters, standing separate from the regular residents, made them look suspicious, to say the least.
'Seems like Eve's group already arrived,' he noted inwardly before coming to a sudden stop and turning around toward his own group.
"Get some rest. We leave at midnight, so be prepared."
Hardened expressions settled on the faces of his group.
Over the last few weeks, he had already told them what to expect when they storm the citadel. He had been blunt about it, refusing to sugarcoat the reality of what they would face.
Deaths were expected. He just hoped it wouldn't be anyone from his group.
The group dispersed shortly after, each going their own way.
