A few days later.
At an abandoned warehouse outside the City of Rogalia, Acarnis.
Aron stood in the dimly lit surroundings, facing a middle-aged man with a determined expression. The tension in the air was palpable as the two exchanged words.
"Aron, what do you have in mind? Why did you ask for a meeting?" asked Klain.
He was Aron's handler and the only reachable contact in the New Dawn. Aron had contacted the man when the time was ripe.
"What happened to the last operation? Why did it fail, sir Klain?" Aron asked, doing his best to display a curious face.
Klain's face became tense when Aron asked him that question. He then sighed before answering.
"Well… we don't know anything yet for sure. But it seems like someone else from the otherworlders intervened in our plans. Even though we are working with some of them, it's not like the otherworlders are one big happy family. They also have factions among them.