The ten of them arrived at a large village-like area. They could see zones labeled with numbers ranging from 81 to 90. This was likely where they would be stationed. A mansion stood prominently in this zone, surrounded by houses—presumably for those ranked below them.
"Wait… we're not alone?" Dared spoke up cautiously as Number 90 looked up. Not just numbers 81 to 90, but all one hundred numbers were inscribed throughout the area. Everyone had been summoned here—to choose from those ranked below.
"Yes… but look closer," Number 90 said with a smile.
Dared's eyes narrowed in horror. Below them were the remaining individuals—the Bloodfang and Ashmarked. They were the ones meant to serve under them. It felt just like a military hierarchy. They were like sergeants, choosing soldiers based on their capabilities.
