The rubble settled and they saw a translucent blue shield guarding the the figure who still remained with a smile.
The person was donned in the official attire of the camp. He was a soldier, one from the outpost! That shouldn't be possible!
"Who are you?"
Orion's voice was freezing, a visible mass if energy condensing in his palms.
His teamat3s had all gathered around him, ready to attack at his signal.
"Hmm... My name doesn't matter, the commander is waiting for you!"
The soldier said simply, ignoring their state of alertness as he turned his back on them, walking into the outpost.
"You aren't coming?"
Orion's companions stared at him, all anticipating the decision of their leader.
His stare lasted a bit longer on the back of the soldier, before turning to follow.
'Let's see what exactly this is abo—'
"How?!"
One of his companions muttered in shock as they walked further into the outpost. There were soldiers in front of them.
