"You finally made it," the lead figure said.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered man of forty, with short iron-grey hair and the weathered, settled face of one who was exactly as calm as he looked. His voice was calm, unhurried.
"We were beginning to think the corridor collapse had done its job too well."
Elizabeth had her grimoires open.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Elizabeth..." the lead figure said. "You don't want to kill everyone here with both of your grimoires."
She stared at the man for a moment, then at the symbol on his chest, and Rex saw the recognition pass over her face in a series of precise, controlled stages. Whatever it was she recognized, she had dealt with it before and had specific categories for it, indicating that she had prior experience with similar threats or organizations, which likely included the Anti-Reincarnator Legion.
"Who?" Rex asked right away.
"The Anti-Reincarnator Legion," she replied.
