The morning sun painted Salimoor's eastern gate in golden light as Rey's team assembled for their next mission.
"Rampaging Beast suppression," Gareth explained, reviewing the mission parameters. "Standard rotation duty that all Gold-rank teams handle monthly. Keeps the beast populations from growing large enough to threaten outlying settlements."
Rey listened with appropriate attention while internally cataloguing the new information. Rampaging Beasts—creatures that existed in the wilderness beyond civilized territories, operating on instinct rather than corruption but still dangerous to human populations.
"How dangerous are we talking?" Finn asked, checking his equipment nervously.
"Tier 8 to Tier 7 typically," Lyssa replied. "Occasionally Tier 6 if we're unlucky. But we're a coordinated team with Gold-rank capabilities—we can handle anything short of genuine monster tide."
Kaela gestured toward the mission briefing.
