It would be an understatement to say that Ethan was frustrated. All the training he did couldn't match an actual combat situation and he once again had his ass handed to him by someone from behind.
"Keep an eye on your blind side, you fucking idiot!" He scolded himself as he looked around the space. The first thing that caught his eye were the red cloaks. His eyes widened in shock. Red cloaks, the ones Luna talked about.
There were about a dozen red cloaks in the small, cramped space. They looked humanoid, and judging from their hands and faces, they definitely looked human. Yet, there was something about them that made Ethan's hairs stand up.
Religious fanatics!
Even just from a glimpse, he could tell that these were crazy lunatic cultists. All sorts of symbols and shit were inscribed everywhere around him. They were sitting down and chanting something in a language he couldn't understand.
