Night.
The food Yochula's mother had sent a few days ago was nearly gone. The Gladiators ate the last of it as they gathered and listened.
Using psychic power, Qin Xa projected a map of the desert. He stood at the center of the group with Angron and explained the way out that had suddenly occurred to him.
They would find a way to seize the Mori Family's territory.
"But you said before that we needed to prepare before leaving this hell and stepping into an even more terrifying one." Yochula looked at the point Qin Xa had indicated on the desert map.
"Yes, exactly. Our goal is to escape—to live freely and with dignity, not to be chopped to pieces by the High-Riders as Slaves." Qin Xa looked at Yochula. "Once we leave the Arena, we need somewhere to shelter. That shelter must be able to protect us and allow us to develop and grow stronger."
"The Mori Family's Fortress Territory is exactly such a place."
Qin Xa then relayed what he had heard from Brown about the Mori Family.
Most importantly, he described just how secure the Mori Family's territory was.
Kleist listened quietly, but his thoughts were not on the Fortress Territory. They were on the dream he had had before waking.
That strange room, those talking bricks...
"I'm not against it, but objectively speaking, that place is extremely easy to defend and hard to attack," someone said.
"Under normal circumstances, with two armies fighting, taking their territory would be nothing but a fool's dream." Qin Xa looked at the speaker. "But we don't need to swarm over there and start assaulting the fortress with a crowd of people charging into their firepower."
"We need to infiltrate it."
"I'll find a way to get us past every