"In fact, yours holds a higher rank than mine. In truth, my insignia ranks among the lowest echelons of our order." Adron spoke, his tone bitter sweet as he did.
Orion kept his expression neutral, though inside he was grappling with a whirlwind of questions. The complexities of rank within the Secret Order were puzzling, especially given his position as the last descendant of Zeral.
He decided to push these concerns aside, acknowledging that the importance of ranks was trivial compared to the larger issue at hand—the imminent collapse of the organization.
"I'm not concerned with ranks," Orion said firmly, his gaze steady.
Adron's reaction was immediate, his urgency evident. "You should be. It's precisely why I can't help you. The Nexus—it's been lost to us."
Orion took in Adron's words, his mind racing as he processed the gravity of the situation. "Lost? How could such an important artifact just vanish?"