Cassel — POV
"Wow, Boss, look—there's a market in that direction."
The voice rose from behind me, loud and unrestrained, slicing through the thick, dusty air of the city's outskirts.
I didn't need to turn around to know which of my men was gawking again—some of them couldn't hide their excitement even if the world was collapsing a second time.
"Is the market really what caught your attention?" another one snapped, scoffing under his breath.
"Look around. These people are practically throwing their superpowers in our faces, showing off like peacocks at every corner."
He wasn't wrong.
As we walked deeper into the safe zone, the streets became more alive—alive in the strange, twisted way only the apocalypse could allow.
People were gathered everywhere: some forming little crowds, others standing alone on crates or broken stone blocks.
