The Academy fighters surged back to their feet, their movements jarring and uncoordinated, the sudden absence of the crushing gravity leaving them disoriented and nauseous. They stood in a ragged circle of wheezing breath and trembling limbs, the physical shock of the release rippling through them.
The three flagged reincarnators exchanged a rapid-fire, silent conversation of glances. They were deciphering the situation in real time, their faces etched with a mixture of wariness and growing dread.
The detection type's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. "Are you going to kill us?"
"That depends on what you do next," Rex replied, his voice like grinding stone. "You aren't Legion contacts."
"Right now... you are not a threat to what I am building. But you are reincarnators on an island that is about to become the epicenter of a war."
"Your response to that war will determine which side of the rubble you end up on."
