Just as Michael was about to continue listening, his attention shifted.
A row of soldiers passed through the ruined pathway ahead, moving in an organized line formation.
Their armor bore the unmistakable insignia of the Federation.
They looked alert.
They also did not seem to be patrolling, but searching. Looking for something or someone.
Michael was not particularly worried they would notice him.
The concealment layered over him was not ordinary magic. Between Fade's suppression trait and the illusion distortion from Blue and Purple, even active scans would struggle to lock onto him unless performed by someone far above his level.
Still, he remained cautious.
After all, these soldiers belonged to the same giant power the Federation General operated under.
Just the thought of that man made Michael's gaze harden slightly.
