Kael raised an eyebrow, his hands pausing for a moment.
"You have three minutes."
"Use them." Thomas stared directly into Kael's eyes. "These workers… they aren't an obstacle. They're the perfect cover."
Kael raised an eyebrow.
"Your reason."
"What do you think they produce here?" Thomas gestured outside. "Just ordinary munitions?"
Thomas continued without waiting for a reply.
"Curses. Highly concentrated Plague Liquid."
"Those workers… they were told they could work for a month, collect their high pay, and go home. It's all lies."
Thomas's voice began to tremble, thick with hatred.
"The radiation and corruption here are extreme. Most people's bodies start to rot while carrying those canisters, and there's no medical treatment whatsoever."
"The foremen drag away anyone who's not yet dead and toss them into the cultivation pools on the lowest level."
Mia covered her mouth.
"Cultivation pools?"
