The soldier's thoughts shifted.
A young man of unknown background.
Strong.
Completely unshaken by danger.
And guarded by a Rank 3 who behaved like a personal protector.
The conclusion formed instantly in his mind.
He is from a high family… an important one.
After all, only noble or elite families assigned personal guardians to their heirs.
Of course, he had no idea Spartan was undead.
He could not have known immediately. It would take a good amount of observation.
Rank 3 advancement changed undead physiology drastically. Their aura became closer to undead races like vampires.
The man could sense Spartan was powerful and had a strange aura, but not an inhuman one.
Michael did not let the silence drag.
"If they did not come through the Federation gates," he said at once, "then it can only mean one thing."
The soldier's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"They have their own gates," Michael replied quietly. "The demonic supernaturals opened their own way into Hell."
