Over these past days of relaxation he had spent them getting more familiar with the Victorium. Not just in the intimate sense either. He had also spent time learning their languages, cultures, and more importantly about their military structure.
Which is what was now relevant as he was looking at the black armor of the Victorium soldiers who breached the airlock. They are wearing black unmarked armor that covers their entire body. These soldiers are the Victorium's version of spec ops soldiers.
"This is not good. How did they manage to get them on their side?" Jace asked as he quietly looked down the hallway.
"These are not Shadows, they did not join the Elders. But the Elders are in charge of handing out that armor so they probably gave it to a group of capable soldiers." Nila explained after observing them for a second. Shadows was not their actual name, but for the moment it was the closest translation that the human common language had.
