Beneath the massive roots, the dock stretched out like a bridge into the water. The two stepped off the boat, their surroundings bathed in the dim green glow of the motes.
The Beastkin guards waiting for them stood in disciplined lines, their bronze tunics glinting faintly. The leaders among them wore heavier armor, with plates covering their shoulders and knees, denoting their rank.
One of the high-ranking officers, a tall Beastkin with feline features, approached them. His sharp eyes flicked between Asher and Lucia.
"Welcome back principal Lucia. The portal's progress is steady, but we'll need more hands to meet the deadline," he reported, his voice low and gruff.
Lucia's lips tightened slightly. "I'll evaluate the work myself. Ensure the humans stay on task. They're prone to slacking when unsupervised."
