Ghost carefully tightened the last set of bindings, which held the rest of the soldier brought by general Karep in place. As the barrier enclosing their victims radiated with silent energy, Tommy stood close by, his hand blazing dimly.
Aiden stood at the center of it all, his figure motionless, his sharp gaze fixed on the distance, as though waiting for something—or someone.
For a brief moment, the air grew still, a fragile kind of peace settling over the scene. Then came the sound of marching boots—many, many boots.
Ghost tensed up, his both hands moved involuntarily in the direction of his blade and gun. As the noise got closer and louder, a hundred soldiers with their weapons drawn surrounded the three of them.
Inside the barrier, Tommy leaned casually against a broken boulder, his face calm and unbothered. "Well, this got interesting," he muttered, glancing at Ghost, who looked far less composed.