The legend of Jakar was already spreading.
Jack found an empty spot against the far wall, away from the main clusters of demons.
The position gave him a clear view of the chamber's entrance and most of the interior space.
He settled against the wall, his armored back resting against the frozen surface.
The cold didn't bother him, his armor kept him warm enough.
Around him, the barracks continued its normal rhythm.
Demons gave him a wide berth, whether from respect or fear, it didn't particularly matter.
Jack's red eyes dimmed slightly behind his visor as he allowed himself to rest.
The kind of light awareness that let his body recover while keeping his mind partially alert for threats.
Time passed.
The noise in the barracks gradually decreased as more demons settled in for their own rest periods.
The constant activity never stopped completely.
There was always someone awake, but it ebbed into something more manageable.
