" It's not what you think "
Fidri blurted out without thinking.
" And what exactly are we supposed to think? "
A tall woman with long brown hair, lightly dressed, held a whip. She cracked it through the air, creating a shockwave as sharp as a sword.
Fidri swallowed hard.
He recognized the woman as the one who had launched the missile and quickly noticed the sheer amount of ether radiating from her.
(" An Intermediate… what rotten luck, ") he complained inwardly, praying that Elizir would play along.
To his relief, Elizir was already kneeling, hands pressed obediently to the ground.
(" If it's about playing along, he's really going all in, ") Fidri thought.
He calmly surveyed the situation. They were surrounded by several non-awakened soldiers, each aiming their weapons at them. And if that wasn't bad enough, there was an Intermediate among them.
" If you want to keep your head, you'd better answer me. "
