Azeron silently watched the Fragment Bearer regrow her arm in front of him.
His eyes narrowed slightly at the tattoos emblazoned across her arm.
The Willguard was their most fated enemy. Their kind had been raised and conditioned to destroy anything connected to them.
Even so, Azeron lifted a hand, subtly motioning for the other Evoli to hold themselves back.
Atticus had already warned him about it.
And regardless… Azeron didn't like the idea of harming anything that could even remotely be connected to that boy.
Thora approached the massive barrier encasing the headquarters and pressed the tattooed arm against its surface.
For a brief moment, nothing happened.
Then the barrier rippled. A circular section silently parted open, leaving a clean hole large enough for them to pass through.
"Hurry."
As Thora waved, the group hastily made their way through the hole.
Azeron's eyes instantly landed on the full might of the Willguard base.
