Grey cleared his throat, adjusting the sleeve of his bomber jacket as he looked around at the corpses littering the surroundings.
'Well, that went well.'
When Grey appeared, he was ready for anything. Unfortunately, "anything" was exactly what he should have been prepared for because he had hardly shown up when he was faced with a small troop of guards.
There were probably 20 of them, and all of them were at the Vector Class. Apparently they were tasked with guarding the little teleportation channel, path, stand, or whatever he had shown up on.
The moment they saw someone who wasn't of the Valdi Dukedom, they started asking questions, and Grey wasn't a very patient guy—even less so when he was on a time crunch—so this was the ultimate result in the end.
Honestly, he felt kind of bad. He didn't want to make a habit of killing people who didn't deserve it. But if he had to choose between himself and them, they had to go.
