The portal's glow flickered and dimmed, leaving only the soft, pulsing light of enchanted lanterns illuminating the chamber. The air carried a lingering hum of residual magic, but Z'yna paid it no mind. Her focus remained on the group standing before her.
Fifteen figures, all donned in combat gear, their postures sharp with anticipation. Some, like Adrian and Aria, stood calmly as if they had walked into a simple meeting. Others, like Cedric and Claire, remained more guarded, their expressions unreadable.
Z'yna's golden gaze flickered toward Adrian. "Have you been told about the plan?"
Before he could speak, a voice cut in.
"We were only told we'd be assisting you—and that this mission involves rescuing our people," Cedric said, stepping forward.
Z'yna's brow lifted slightly.
'Him?'