Meanwhile, in the original place where Zoren's group had originally planned to dock, the three groups who had parted from the main group to dock there sat around. All of them were panting, with at least three of them injured.
"You guys alright?" one of the men asked, eyes on his comrades.
The person he was looking at winced a little but nodded. "Was grazed, but fine. It's not going to kill me."
"It's been a while since we've been deployed on a mission, and here we are," one of them uttered, his voice mixed with amusement and sarcasm. "Talk about disbandment."
"At this point, we might not get disbanded, but die instead."
"That's up to you if you let that happen," another one mused.
Upon hearing that, all of them fell silent and let out heavy breaths. Their eyes then fell on their surroundings, filled with men—enemies—they had taken down in an ambush.
