Fifteen figures emerged from the cave entrance in tight formation.
The one at the center moved differently from the others. Not faster, not more deliberately, but with the specific carefulness of someone carrying something they did not want to drop and could not afford to lose.
The storage token in his palm was the kind of object that warranted that carefulness in the Allheaven Expanse, a container whose value was entirely dependent on what was inside it and what was inside it was currently worth more than anything else the group owned combined.
