"What is wrong with these humans?! Why are there three groups, each formed of three hundred people, and all of them are standing around a specific spot without moving?!!"
John woke up early the next morning, as was his habit. Ever since he had been thrust into this world, he had been the first among his friends to rise, usually greeted by the bright daylight and some new, harrowing surprise or challenge.
Even now, with the territory secured and the primary threats neutralised, save for a measly eight hundred Hiveminds cowering behind their walls in the southern reaches, John couldn't shake the internal clock that demanded vigilance.
