"When should we take action?"
"Team leader, isn't it about time we start helping our people?"
In the heart of what was deemed the paramount locus, encircled on all sides, stood approximately fifty figures arrayed in armor, each bedecked with feathers cascading from their backs, emblematic of their rank. Among them, the Reptilian man, their esteemed leader, bore a sting upon the rear of his armor, denoting his status.
Though he was one of the guards within the chamber, alongside the esteemed Chief of the God's Guards of Buzara, today he stood sentinel beneath the most revered shade, unable to linger within the presentation hall for long. For his duty was singularly pivotal; the firearm clasped in his grip, distinct from those of his comrades, attested to the gravity of the circumstances at hand.
