Killian's expression darkened at the figures as he saw the emblem on their robes. It was unmistakably the Light Sigil.
A dignified emblem on the robes of monsters was an insult to everything he stood for as a Warden. They sullied it.
"Do they? They are just like you. Wardens of their own Realm?"
Killian gritted his teeth at how right he was, even if he didn't want to accept it.
He spoke up. "Where is the Warden that came here? What did you do to her?"
The figures stared blankly at him, their eyes being a hollow black orb that seemed to hold nothing. He walked closer, noticing one of them digging into his robe.
"I asked you a question. Don't play dumb."
He knew they understood him. They were more advanced than the last orcs he fought.
SHING!
Large scissors cut through the air in an instant.
Killian dodged it by a hair's breadth, leaning back, and watching it slice past where his throat had been.
