Zain walked up to Blazren, hands in his pockets, voice casual.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
Blazren looked up and saw him.
His expression stayed calm, but his eyes narrowed just a bit.
"The Heavenly Demon," he said.
"Didn't expect you back so soon."
Zain tilted his head.
"Just finished the mission."
"Now I see you standing here, staring at that screen like you're planning something."
Blazren gave a short nod.
"Nothing big. I'm just putting together some hero teams."
"We're preparing for a raid."
Zain raised an eyebrow. "A raid?"
Blazren nodded.
"Yeah. The woman that we caught, Meyra, we got information from her."
"Turns out she wasn't working alone."
"There are other bases. Other slave soldiers. A whole network."
Zain's smirk faded slightly. "Hmm."
Blazren looked tired as he scrolled through files.
"But what I didn't expect… was the name behind it all."
Zain narrowed his eyes. "And that is?"
Blazren looked him straight in the eye.
"Vantess."
