Bab 152: The Mind of a Strategist

Darkness hung over the new Secret Clan Camp at the peak of the mountain. But the natural darkness was being driven away by lights from machines and equipment that littered the surroundings, creating an unnatural scene of a snowy and cold place overtaken by alien technology.

As the dragons touched down, their massive wings folding gracefully, Midas disembarked onto the white snow of the mountain peak. 

Looking around, Midas noticed that there was minimal movement to be seen, with the only people out and about being the guards and patrolmen who waved at their leader's glorious return, their bodies shivering in the cold.

"You guys should get yourselves some Living Suits. Don't you already have them?" asked Midas with a smile. 

The patrolmen laughed among themselves, saying that the way that thing covered their bodies felt a bit weird. They would rather wear normal clothes that would allow some cold in thus keeping them awake in the cold.