C286 Hunting in the Formation

Coughing echoed across the vast wasteland.

An elderly woman, leaning heavily on a cane, shuffled with great effort in a particular direction across the desolate terrain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just then, over a dozen streaks of light swiftly approached the area.

The barrenness of the wasteland made the old woman's presence quite conspicuous.

The figures paused briefly