Chapter 315 - City Under The City Part One (2/2)

Seeing that Leove had risen from the leather set of the vehicle. Fell and the other followed him out of it as they appeared in a narrow street that finished in a dead end. In front of them, several other vehicles seemed to have been placed in line through the narrow street, as though it had been turned into a parking lot by the authorities of the city.

”Here, Sir.”, exclaimed Leove as he showed the way to the young cultivation.

Hesitation flashed on Fell's face for a split second- Leove didn't have the time to notice it- before he decided that it wouldn't be bad to meet the higher up of the armed forces.

Although he was impatient to know more about himself, he was aware that it would be preferable to meet the authorities in place before taking care of his own business. In the end, the situation in the city-state of New Casablanca oozed of bitter urgency, and needed to be taken care of before he could move on. A half mashed responsibility that the young cultivator didn't feel like dropping. Especially after having failed the attempt at controlling the Bestial Formation.

Fell silently nodded as he stepped forward, and began following Leove through the narrow path that led out of the improvised parking lot. The rest of the squad followed them quietly, carrying in their arms boxes and cases that seemed to contain weaponry and ammunition.

During that time, Fell felt a gaze lingering on his back. One that could only be produced when one used the corner of his sight to gaze at someone through his peripheral vision.

Nonetheless, the young cultivator didn't do anything to stop that as he could sense that hidden among those gazes was Ronnie. The young soldier seemed to have calmed down after his interaction with Fell, and behind his unfazed face, shame seemed to have tainted his face slightly red.

Thankfully for him, Ronnie wasn't the type of individual who couldn't hold a hard face, and thus didn't betray the shame he was feeling deep down.

The small group of individual traversed several narrow paths before entering a building that stood in a random corner. The building in question was old, and decrepit, and was in an even worst condition than the rest of the constructs in the Core. Yet, the moment they entered it, Fell picked up a very soft whisper coming from under his leg.

As though it was escaping from the fine pores existing in the cemented floor.

Leove caught on Fell's gaze, and couldn't help but have his eye flash with surprise. He immediately noted in his mind that the young man's senses didn't lack anything compared to his speed.

”A well-rounded individual…”, he muttered softly as he continued leading the way. After entering the decrepit building, the small group moved took the stair that led to the bas.e.m.e.nts, and before long, stopped in front of a metallic door.

Fell's eyes opened the moment he caught on the door, as he felt that behind the steel blockade were hundreds upon hundreds of weak blood essence signals. ”Living under the Earth…”, he silently exclaimed in his mind.

A small blink minutely flashed in the center of the mettalic door, and the next moment, a sliding- grating- acute noise reverberated through the small bas.e.m.e.nt before extending to the rest of the building in a silent burp caused by the vibration.

When the annoying sound stopped, Fell found himself looking through an opened path. And before long, he found himself once again walking through long and narrow paths that led what seemed to be a vast terrain.

The long surface seemed to be the size of dozens of football stadiums. And contrary to what one might expect in such places, life was bustling here with a raging vigor as the noises released by the hundreds of humans here formed a reverberating beehive.

Leove turned toward Fell, and opened his arm wide as he put the large space in emphasis with his body language before adding.

”Welcome to the camp Delta.3!”, he exclaimed with anticipation as though he was the one that was discovering the odd place.

Fell nodded with a slight smile at the warm invitation, and followed him inside.

Having to hide underground wasn't anything glorious, but War was rarely about glory and victory, and more about bitter ingenuity to achieve survival.