[Underground of planet WAN, 123:48]
White-clothed people could be seen on a large and round table. They were the wanderers, or to be more exact, they were the supreme council that was responsible for commanding and ordering the entirety of WAN, and they were trying to address the current situation.
"Our analysis suggests our elite voyager was completely wiped out while performing Candelaria. The enemy continues alive, but incapacitated."
"Evidently. It is a weapon that requires the life force of its user to work. But it doesn't matter. That was just one elite voyager. We have others. "
"You are referring to the executioners? No, they are highly unstable. That last elite voyager was one of the few we could consistently control already, and one of the most well-trained."
The military power of WAN possessed very peculiar individuals that were essential for its operations. They were the Voyagers, Elite Voyagers, and the Executioners.
A voyager is a wanderer who is given a task to explore a designated place for the purpose of information or else. And, if necessary, the extermination of threats. An elite voyager follows the same principle, but they are far stronger and use better technology.
The Executioners, also called The Accursed, were still elite voyagers in a sense and classified as entities artificially created by the Supreme Council to perform tasks deemed impossible for the previously mentioned two classes, and only used as a last resort, mainly due to them possessing inconsistent behavior.
"They are the elite of the elite. Our strongest weapons. And if all else fails, we can still deploy ๐๐ผ๐๐ธ๐โ๐โ."
After hearing that last word, the entire wanderer council was speechless. Metatron was the strongest of the strongest weapons, a holy weapon. A humanoid-like robot with the shape of an angel with a serious face, capable of a devastating higher-dimensional energy that could destabilize the multiverse. Its power source was unknown even to the wanderers themselves.ย They did not create this. They simply found it on the surface of a lifeless roaming asteroid. A lot of things about it were simply unknown. To consider Metatron as an option, meant to endanger the wanderers themselves as well.
"Inconceivable! Such a thing was made to protect us against the Hex should all else fail. Not these people we have just discovered."
"Did you not realize already? These species are just like the Hex. They fought the Hex, and the threat they impose on us is equally dangerous. Besides, what if they have a commander? A king that vastly outclasses even this one individual that we fought today? We have to consider all the options."
"Even if it deals with them. if it gets out of control, it may kill us all as well."
"Ifย it doesย spiral out of control, there will be no one else here to do that, I'm afraid. And as I said, we would only release it if the travelers are beaten, which is highly unlikely already."
"I'm still firmly opposing this, we can't just-"
"๐ฎ๐พ๐๐๐๐ธ๐."
At this moment, the wanderer table willingly shut all of their lips and self-contained themselves into their seats. The commander has spoken. He was a tall individual, 3 meters tall, bald, muscular, and blue-colored-skinned. His eyes were black and his pupils were red, a trait greatly intimidating for whoever looked straight into his eyes.
"You are aware of the risks of usingย ๐๐ผ๐๐ธ๐โ๐โ, right?"
"Of course, Your Majesty.""And I assume you can guarantee that you know how to control it."
"Affirmative, Your Majesty."
"Very well. If this spirals out of control, we'll shut it down, retreat it back, and you'll be immediately executed."
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
And with that, the council was dismissed.