The next day...
The Minister, Theron, paced anxiously in his office, awaiting updates from the guards. He had been restless ever since the masked assailants had attacked Reaper and Bella.
Thankfully, no harm came to the mercenaries, and they even managed to keep one of the assailants alive. The man could provide valuable information about the culprits and offered a glimmer of hope for the Orions to redeem themselves.
Unbeknownst to Theron, the glimmer of hope had long since been erased from existence right under their noses.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and two guards stepped inside, their expressions grave.
Theron's eyes narrowed as he met their gaze. "Report," he demanded, his voice laced with urgency.
"The prisoner... we found him dead in the morning, sir."
"What?"