Pushback

"It's about time…"

Rey leaned against the jagged rocks near the entrance, his sword resting casually on his shoulder.

The air had grown eerily silent after the last of the monsters fled.

He expected something more than just beasts guarding this place, and soon enough, his patience paid off. From the shadows emerged five figures, all clad in uniformed attire.

Their matching dark gray gear bore insignias Rey didn't recognize, but the way they moved—calculated and confident—told him they weren't amateurs.

'Are they the organized security units that the scientists of this place employed to do their bidding?'

That had two possible implications.

'They could either be simple mercenaries, or they could also be directly tied to the Dragon Emperor and serve him like fanatics—perhaps something in the middle.'