Laston's file

Erend and Eccar exchanged a brief glance, the silence between them filled with a mutual understanding. Just as they had expected, these engineers weren't fighters. They weren't soldiers or zealots who would throw their lives away for some hidden agenda or secret buried in this facility.

They were brilliant minds but ultimately just people caught in the gravitational pull of something far bigger than them.

Erend stepped forward, his presence alone enough to make the nearest technician recoil. The heat rolling off his Dragon Scales seemed to warp the very air around him.

"You won't die," he said calmly. "Not unless one of you gets funny. If I catch even a whisper of a plan behind my back..."

His eyes flared, a flicker of fire lighting his irises with a terrifying intensity. The words trailed off but the message landed harder than anything.