Tyla blinked as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the stone hall. A familiar metallic clank followed, accompanied by the hiss of steam.
"Oh… you woke up?"
A Dragonion walked into view — a towering figure covered in gray scales, his tail dragging lazily behind him. His armor looked half-forged and half-grown, glinting with a dull sheen of metal and organic plating. In his hands, he held a massive mechanical weapon that resembled a gun fused with a claw. Its tip glowed faintly, humming with restrained energy.
Tyla's eyes narrowed. She recognized that device. It was the same one that had immobilized her earlier — a weapon capable of freezing the targets movements.
Quietly, she slipped her hand into her coat and stored the glowing cube Masha had given her inside her pocket dimension. She wasn't taking any chances.
The Dragonion's deep, gravelly voice broke her thoughts.