He would be stationed near the teleporter, at the core of the stronghold.
It wasn't a position that saw action, not unless something catastrophic happened.
But Isaac understood what it meant.
They were trying to protect him.
He didn't feel insulted.
If anything, he agreed with the reasoning.
He could fight, yes, but losing him would be too big a risk.
So, they gave him a key location that allowed for immediate retreat if the situation worsened.
He made his way to the observation platform near the transparent dome that encased the teleportation pad.
Civilians moved in and out of nearby supply shops, many with anxious eyes. Whispers floated in the air. Fear was growing. Rumors were spreading faster than announcements could keep up with them.
Behind him, the team assigned to guard the area shifted uneasily.
One of the guards stepped forward suddenly and pointed toward the sky.
"Something's approaching."
Isaac raised his head.
