At this time, Darius cracked his neck as he approached the barrack's path. With his Brute Gauntlets protecting his knuckles, he felt confident about his mission.
Although he was alone, as long as he used all his arsenal, he shouldn't have an issue fighting an army.
Soon, as he followed the path that was chosen for him by Natalie, he found himself looking at the reinforced steel door. However, the cult had gotten sloppy as there weren't any guards posted.
'Amateurs…' He thought.
With his current strength points and the assistance of his Gauntlet, he was able to tear through a small opening.
'Slowly...' Darius muttered as he lifted a part of the door.
'That should be enough…' Darious muttered as he primed the Dreamshroud Grenade, counting in his head. Three... two...
With a metallic clang, the canister rolled into the middle of the sleeping quarters.
Whoosh~
Gas hissed out… It was odorless and invisible…
