Possession

The moment their vision cleared, they found themselves facing off against an unexpected group. This wasn't because they were part of Legacy or the government, but precisely because they were part of neither. 

Sylas was fairly certain of this conclusion because they were a ragtag group of three, or so it seemed. 

They were led by a gruff man whose eyes were red with fatigue. To his left was a middle-aged woman with short cut hair and a tightly held pearly white crossbow, and on his right was a young man who couldn't have been more than 17 or so years old. 

They immediately struck Sylas as a family, and right now they were in the middle of a cascade of danger. 

Swinging scythes fell from the air and swiped at them from all directions. They were trying to make their way to the other side, but given how things had gone in this world until this point, Sylas didn't believe that this overly simple "trap" was all there was to it.