"Listen up, maggots."
A sharp voice cut through the air like a blade. The speaker was a tall, imposing woman with piercing eyes and a presence that could suffocate the weak-willed.
"I am The Witch."
She let that sink in for a moment, her lips curling into a smirk.
"I earned this title by climbing to the level of Harvester."
She scanned the group, her gaze cold and unforgiving.
"Let me warn you now—there's a ninety percent mortality rate associated with this path. That's higher than the other two paths combined. So I'll give you one last chance to switch."
Silence followed. A heavy, crushing silence.
The recruits stood motionless, faces tense. The seeds of conquest were deciding their fate in real-time.
"Good. Since nobody's moving—let's get going."
With a flick of her wrist, she tapped a few buttons on her wrist token.
A shimmer of blue light engulfed them.
The next moment, they were back in the Citadel.
