Chapter 460
Deep beneath Dawn Hurst Town, in a heavily fortified underground base, many powerful trainers were gathered in a large assembly room.
The room was wide and circular, built from reinforced steel and concrete. The air felt heavy, tense, as if even sound itself hesitated to linger.
In the center of the room sat a man in a dark military uniform.
A mask covered everything above his nose, leaving only his eyes visible. The rest of his face was exposed—but even that was enough to tell a story.
His lower face and hands were covered in countless small scars. Thin lines, thick lines, old and new. Violence had carved itself into his skin.
One scar stood out more than the others.
It began at the edge of his lip and stretched across his cheek toward the side of his face. Because of the mask, no one could see how far it truly extended.
Besides this man, five other figures sat in the chamber, forming a half-circle around him.
The Generals.