Jake walked to one of the fallen, altered soldiers and crouched beside the body, studying what was visible now that the immediate threat had resolved.
The uniform's fabric was unmistakable at close range, the techniques belonging to a manufacturing tradition this world didn't possess.
The skin's altered color was uniform to the point of suggesting chemical or magical saturation rather than genetic modification. The cut ears had healed cleanly, old scars rather than recent wounds.
Whatever had been done to these people had been done long enough ago that their bodies had accepted it.
"How long has this dungeon been here?" Jake asked, glancing towards the Solhani sisters.
"The oldest record we found mentioned it approximately four hundred years ago," Ankerita said from nearby.
"Before the obscuring started."
"Four hundred years," Jake said.
