Blazren stood near the central board, calling out names and organizing files.
Around him, several young B-Rank and A-Rank heroes waited in silence, listening.
Some sat on benches. Others stood straight, tense but ready.
He pointed to a group of three.
"You three will head to the BD-4 perimeter."
"Scout only. Don't engage unless necessary."
They nodded and stepped aside.
Another team stepped forward.
Blazren kept going, sorting more into squads. His voice was clear and firm.
Then one of the more experienced A-Rank heroes stepped forward.
He had a scar across his jaw and wore light armor with a chain on his back.
"Sir Blazren," the man said.
Blazren looked up.
"Yes?"
The man took a breath.
"This Valcair Vantess... he's the one behind all this, right?"
"The one controlling those slave soldiers?"
Blazren nodded. "That's what we confirmed from Meyra."
