[Central Fortress - Grand Chamber]
Jan saw him first.
The corridor was dark, lit only by the occasional spark from a shattered console, but the figure walking toward them was unmistakable.
Rel stepped into the chamber looking like he'd crawled through something and decided not to mention it.
The side of his shirt was gone not even torn, just absent revealing a stretch of skin along his ribs that was smooth and unmarked, as if the wound that should have been there had been erased.
Jan's eyes narrowed.
"Rel."
The name carried across the room and stopped every conversation.
Camila looked up from her healing. Alice turned from her post at the door and Bazz shifted his weight and immediately regretted it.
Rel raised a hand in something close to a wave.
"Sorry I'm late. Got held up."
"...!"
Across the room, Louise stood up.
He didn't yell this time.
