Three days.
For three days, the warehouse was a hive of quiet activity.
The wounded recovered. Strength returned to their bodies. The look of starved desperation in their eyes was replaced by the hard glint of warriors.
Kael was on his feet again, his wounds healing with a speed that defied his age. He spent his time observing the ex-prisoners, his keen eyes assessing their strengths, their weaknesses, and their loyalties.
Marcus had turned a corner of the warehouse into a makeshift laboratory, tinkering with salvaged communication devices, trying to build a secure channel.
Ryn moved like a phantom, patrolling the perimeter of the industrial district, gathering information, and ensuring their sanctuary remained hidden.
And Axton... Axton watched.
He watched his new army, this collec
