Azrynn stepped forward, her voice calm but carrying a note of quiet authority. Her yellow eyes were steady as she addressed both parties.
"We truly are just passing through. We have no interest in this conflict. We came here for a different purpose entirely—one that does not involve either of you."
The Solarian commander's eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping over Adam's horns, Alice's cat ears and tail, and Azrynn's dark skin and elven features. His voice carried a sharp, dismissive edge.
"Passing through? With a group like that? You're either demons or demon collaborators. Either way, you're not welcome here."
He gestured toward Adam.
"Look at you—horns, that aura. You expect me to believe you're just a traveler?"
Adam's expression remained calm, but his voice carried a note of dry, resigned honesty.
"I figured we wouldn't be trusted. We stand out too much."
