In the vast valley.
Escorted by more than a hundred fully armed soldiers, the Alliance delegation, several hundred strong, marched toward the depths of the valley.
"...Up ahead is Origin City! The capital of the Great Rift, and the destination of our journey!"
The man speaking wore gray power armor. Its design was somewhat similar to the Dragoon power armor sold in NPC stores, but upon closer inspection, it was entirely different.
His name was Mackay, captain of the patrols in the surrounding area.
When he heard that the Alliance delegation was bringing Legion prisoners, he immediately volunteered to serve as their escort and guide.
Having fought a war with the Legion just last year, most people in the Great Rift held no goodwill toward them.
At least, these soldiers certainly did.
And the enemy of their enemy was naturally a friend!
Noticing the hostile gazes around him, Antonite's eyes filled with anxiety. His face had been white as paint since earlier.
Piman, the commander of a thousand from Camp 530 who had been captured alongside him, looked completely calm.
He hardly looked like a prisoner. If anything, he looked like he was out sightseeing with a group of bodyguards.
"...Relax, my friend. We're already in the Great Rift. There's nothing to fear."
Antonite glanced at him and spoke nervously.
"What do you mean?"
Piman gave a light cough and answered in a very soft voice.
"I mean exactly what I said. The most dangerous stretch of the journey is already behind us."
The ones who wanted them dead most were undoubtedly the Bugra Free State.
After all, if they reached the Great Rift, the merchants' dealings with the Legion would surely be finished.
Meanwhile, the Alliance definitely did not want them dead. At most, the Great Rift would lock