Iron-Scale stepped off the floating staircase into a hollow alcove carved directly into the bedrock. His boots crunched over loose gravel and unfamiliar fabric scattered across the floor. He knelt to inspect a pile of discarded garments. The pile contained denim trousers and canvas shoes.
The royal mages had discarded the belongings of the other summoned Earthlings before sending them to the front lines.
'The remaining ten pairs of heralds are alive. So this most likely belongs to the other earthlings, who were summoned in a similar fashion before or after us. How are they able to summon individuals from other worlds like this?' Red wondered.
Iron-Scale picked up a torn blazer. He ran a claw over the lapel. He recognized the strange tailoring from the memories the Sovereign had shared.
Torix clattered his mandibles loudly from the central platform. "Commander. The structural layout converges around the crystal. The energy flows in two directions."
