Logan walked gently behind both men who navigated the perplexing structure of Plygania.
Across the streets sited giant buildings that stood as interesting edifices to sight.
It was a composure of glass and metal, each radiating its interface of unnatural attachment.
Neon lights decorated the ground road and locus highways, more dazzling as flashy cars zoomed past them.
Even the sky was decorated with a camaraderie of vehicles with jet engines, effortlessly cutting through the air like shooting bullets.
The street as well as a vast population of Luxols - human-looking entities who couldn't throw a glance at Logan's steering path.
In company with the two Luxols, they headed toward a gigantic structure that could easily be mistaken as being only a few meters in front of them.
When meanwhile, they would require a transport service to reach their destination.
The air scented with pure tranquility would have settled Logan's infuriated mood, but every time he realized his supposed apprentice wasn't with him, he couldn't but boil under his skin.
He stared around, almost disheartened by the stares of the civilians, but he still had things to do, and a conflict to resolve.
"I won't give the Elders an audience until my student is released."
Logan's voice defeated to utmost silence of the vast scene, attracting even more eyes upon himself.
The Luxols ahead, unfortunately, still ignored him, suddenly stopping in their tracks to board a vehicle that could take them to the giant building afar.
Simultaneously, a car jetting across the sky landed on the ground, obscuring some trails of colored lines on the ground.
The two Luxols directed Logan into the car and followed in after, sitting like bodyguards in his presence.
The driver, his face brimming with a smile only looked at his fellow species, swiftly avoiding eye contact with the humans before them.
He wasn't as handsome as the two guards before him, but when compared to Logan, he could only have slightly ranked top.
"The Brass Temple... Am I right." The man asked, gaze fixed at the steering wheel of his car.
The vehicle rose into the sky once the men nodded, quickly continuing its vast movement through the air.
Meanwhile, Logan's heart pounded at the tragedy that awaited him and Acer.
His alliance with the Luxols had officially ended as he'd already done what he was told to.
He had no idea what the mission was as he only took directives, but now that he was vestigial to them, they could choose to dispose of him very easily.
But he still had to hold his guts if he wanted to sum the event on a good note, being scared would have only been a disadvantage on his side - especially with the nature of the Luxols.
They were an apex predator, of which every lifeform on Invaded Earth knew, but they would have rather toyed with prey who would shudder at the mere sight of them.
That was a primary instinct Logan had quickly theorized about the race. Which was why they made humanity their favorite object of doom.
"I said I won't speak to your Elders until my student is released!"
The two guards now gazed at Logan like they were going to rip him apart, including the driver, who although wore a similar frown, couldn't dare to sully his eyes with an ugly being such as Logan.
"Your little boy should have stayed back in humanity deceased part of the continent. We made a deal with you...you alone!"
"We do not own the pest any explanation." A guard responded to the driver, his face ever twitching with a frown.
Logan being surrounded by three unfriendly Luxols decided to remain silent.
He wasn't by any means offended by the driver's interference, or even curious of how the latter was aware of the ongoing conflict.
It was all a result of the colored line that laced the floors of Plygania.
Depending on the subject of matter, Blue as common street conversations, and Red as announcements, the presence of a human in their territory always alerted the red line.
Quickly latching the brain of the Luxols of whatever issue, or conversation the foreign race spawned.
Plygania as the capital of the Luxols' general territory always tried to be the most perfect balance between the upper sector and the mere masses.
And a step they'd employed - although spun naturally, was the line known as Singularity.
Government and citizens interacted at absolute equality with the Singularity, making decisions, and sharing announcements.
The car slowly landed on the ground after some time, and one of the guards drew a scrumptious semi-transparent note from his pockets, quickly handing it over to the driver.
Logan and the guards alighted from the car that drove into the air a second later.
The air was pale and a massive shadow lurked over the street.
An opening at a short fence into the awing surface of the Brass Temple's floors stood only inches before Logan.
To counter the darkness that now lurked on the street, it was lit with white light extorted from the many glass apartments and street torch.
Another walk proceeded as Logan followed the guards past the fence and into the exotic atmosphere of the building.
For some reason, after walking past those fences, the air seemed to tighten and the mana became quite dense.
Two mighty statues stood at the front, opposite a golden gate, a downing figure of the two personalities that had led the Luxols into their present glory.
From the little Logan had read, those two led the Luxols to Earth after their home planet had been corrupted by a defect that consumed it.
One was of a man dressed in chain armor, and a long sword gracefully held on both his palms.
Irrespective of it being a sculpture, the face remained the prettiest thing any man could gaze upon, looking like a cosmic nebula.
The only being...more of a sculpt that could be compared to his beauty was the lady who stood opposite him.
Her eyes were resonated, and even upon her frown, her face was marked with primordial beauty.
She was adorned in a gown starred with intricate embroidery and laces, a tiara guided over her dashing long hair.
By mere sight, they looked like transcended gods whose only purpose was to save and bring peace.
When meanwhile, they were a perfect depiction of war and chaos, causing most of the death of humanity to settle the affairs of their fellow race.
Now, they only stood as a symbol of strength for the Luxols, stamping their legacy on the gates of the Brass Temple.
But Logan couldn't lay too long with his gaze at the statues, walking past the gate like he was a criminal under siege.
"We will lead you directly to the elders..."
Under the golden brightness of the circular arcade, a burst of flames, reminiscent of what a dragon would spew from its breath exploded into the room, accompanied by heavy purple fumes.
The exotic mat on the ground, as well as the side curtains and luxurious paints quickly dissipated into a lake of ash, leaving only three men standing untouched in the passage.
'Barely a burn.'
Logan gazed at the threatening look that laced the faces of the two guards.
Their metallic clothes were least untouched by the burst of flame, and their skin glittered at the radiance, looking like pale mirrors that reflected the green flame.
"Are you up for a fight?"
Both Luxols turned to Logan, unfazed by the burst of chaos that just encroached on the hall.