The Hunter Association's private dining hall on the top floor felt like stepping into a parallel dimension.
After surviving the ruined streets of District 9, the room was different with polished marble floors stretched beneath high ceilings with crystal lighting.
Julien pushed through the heavy double doors and paused.
He stood there for a long moment, just taking it all in. Not just the ridiculous wealth of the room, but the simple fact that he could actually see it.
The grey void was gone because the system's penalty had been lifted from his optic nerves.
He scanned the long, elegant tables until he spotted them.
Chris and Alice were sitting in a quiet corner near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
They did not look like two people whose team leader was currently locked in a room negotiating for his life with a terrifying Guild boss, but two starving survivors who had just discovered an unlimited, high-end buffet.
