The "Porous Rock Construction Site" was a vast area where more than a dozen teams busily assembled energy broadcasting antennas and extraction devices. Each team had a Siren overseer and included dozens of laborers. Because the enormous rocks and complicated terrain scattered throughout the area created plenty of blind spots, and because the Sirens did not seem particularly wary of the place, there were opportunities for outsiders to take advantage of their carelessness. They apparently did not believe enemies could suddenly appear near their own homeland.
A pale-skinned Vampire assembled metal branches under the watch of a Siren foreman. His team was working at the edge of the construction site. He watched as the Siren foreman slowly swam past nearby, crystal trident in hand, but he had long since abandoned any thought of resisting. He knew no one could escape this place. The waters of freedom lay only twenty meters behind him, but even if the Sirens let them go, no one could cross the layers of invisible mazes and reach the surface alive. He looked around him. Two Werewolves had been assigned to the same team as him. For a Bloodkin, it was a depressing situation, but after the conflicts of the early days, every race in the group had accepted reality. Now he stood peacefully beside the Werewolves, and even those crafty Shadow Demons had stopped trying anything funny.
The Siren foreman glanced over without expression. The Vampire and the two Werewolves beside him stared right back without the slightest hesitation, though they did not stop working. The foreman had merely come to check the laborers' pace and was completely unaffected by their insolent gazes. Satisfied, she nodded and sinuously swam toward another patch of rock like a snake.
"What a brainless idiot," the two Werewolves muttered in