As Isiah, Lexie, Ciel, and Khaz approached the heavily guarded entrance to the underground city, Khaz knew that their success hinged on his ability to convince the guards to issue them passes.
He approached the guards cautiously, his injured arm still causing him considerable pain.
The guards, dressed in the city's official uniforms, stood tall and vigilant. Their expressions were stern, and their eyes scrutinized Khaz as he approached.
Guard 1 spoke first, his voice firm and unwavering. "State your business, Khaz. And why are you injured?"
Khaz cleared his throat, trying to hide the pain in his voice.
"I... I was attacked by outsiders while I was on my surveillance duty in the surface city. They were looking for information about our underground city."
Guard 2 raised an eyebrow, his suspicion evident.
"Attacked by outsiders, you say? And you're bringing more outsiders here?"
