Rammed
A group of six observed the battle from behind a towering glass panel.
Five of them wore pristine white laboratory gowns, while one stood out.
He was a red-robed nobleman in his forties.
His chubby figure and yellow hair make him instantly recognizable.
His expression twisted in displeasure.
"Who are these people?" He demanded.
A uniformed man beside him gave a slight nod.
"Apologies, Duke Marcus. They must have entered through the unfinished tunnel we abandoned near the end of Verdant Expanse."
Duke Marcus's frown deepened.
"And they defeated our Chimera outside?"
"We don't know yet, Your Grace," one of the white-uniformed men responded.
"But we'll kill them now."
He turned to another of his men.
"Release the sleeping gas."
"Wait."
Duke Marcus raised a hand.
"Let's finish and test our Titanhorn and Ravager on them first."
His gaze shifted.