The female slaves began to move quickly, their eyes focused, their steps sharp.
The base filled with quiet footsteps and soft voices as Velra gave out orders.
"All B-Rank units," she said, "move to the outer zones."
"Hunt down B-Rank beasts or low-level heroes. Keep the bodies intact."
"Yes, Lady Velra!" they answered together.
The B-Rank slaves moved in organized squads.
Each group carrying basic weapons, tracking tools, and bags ready for collection.
Their faces were calm—no hesitation, no fear.
Meanwhile, Velra turned to another row of girls.
"All A-Rank units," she said, her voice firmer now.
"Go hunt weak villain gangs. I've marked their locations. Show no mercy."
"Yes, Lady Velra," they replied, kneeling for a second before standing again.
Zain watched from above, standing on the metal platform overlooking the base.
His arms were crossed, and he wore a small smile.
"They're moving well," he said.
Velra walked up beside him. "They're fast learners."
