The man, a member of the cult, clenched his fist around the grass on the ground as if trying to relay something important.
"B-betrayal… the leader… dragon…!" he groaned before collapsing completely.
The words were fragmented, but the message was enough to catch the Black Dragon pioneers' attention. They exchanged confused looks.
"Betrayal? Leader? Dragon? What the hell is he talking about?"
"Betrayal sounds like a straightforward rebellion, but is he saying the leader was overthrown?"
"And what's with the dragon? Why bring up a dragon?"
"Hell if I know. He was probably just babbling while on the brink of death."
Nina cut through their speculation with a sharp order.
"Enough chatter. Get them ready to move. They'll die if we don't act soon."
"What? You're planning to save these guys?" one of the other pioneers asked, clearly surprised by her decision.