Zogar mulled over his thoughts. He had just received news about the events in Paradise and hadn't anticipated such a situation while he was occupied with his current task.
"Hand her over and surrender yourself, and we'll let you live!" a fierce voice echoed through the air.
Zogar broke away from his thoughts, focusing on the one who had spoken—a slender humanoid man with a single eye dressed in a mix of leather and Vylkr alloy. Surrounding him were individuals with similar features, each with bulging bracelets on their hands and wielding Gearweaver swords and other arrays of Gearweavers.
Next to him stood another humanoid, a man with four-slitted crimson eyes, two thick arms, and retractable claws on the tips of each finger. He wore a claw-like exoskeleton Gearweaver on each hand. Like the first man, several others of the same race surrounded him defensively, armed with their Gearweavers.
