For the next hour, the squad traversed deeper into the den through the vents, maintenance shafts, or other discreet passages before arriving at the central area of the hub where the command center was located, right below their current position. Had they not taken small detours and brief stops along the way, they would've arrived sooner.
On their way here, Drai's squadmates had noticed that he was notably a lot quieter ever since they left the room with children. And not only that, they also saw how he had no more qualms with employing maximum strength during their assaults, which often ended up with his victim's head or torso exploding into a red mess. After repeated killings, Drai's face and night gear were now sullied by blood and viscera, which he seemed to pay no mind.
