They bound Grohanva with everything they could find.
Metal restraints scavenged from the bunker. Heavy cables torn from the walls. Even strips of fabric twisted tight around his limbs when nothing else was left.
Zero worked in silence, efficient, almost clinical, as if distance was the only thing keeping him from finishing the job.
Grohanva did not resist ,he knew better than to provoke the weapon wearing man's flesh.
He lay against the stone wall, blood drying black against his skin, his breathing shallow but steady. His eyes followed Elara as she moved, tracked her every step like a predator that knew the cage was temporary.
Elara sat apart from the others.
Her knees were drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if she could protect something fragile just by hold
