The second snickered. "Ha! They'll send us to that Drakenar wasteland? I heard the MD Corps fought there years ago— apparently, it is still crawling with rogue Drakenars who survived the purge."
The first paled. "You mean those lava reptile-warrior fiends… my uncle died in a Drakenar raid. They butchered his group due to lack of adequate manpower."
Victor's grip tightened as memories flooded his mind. His knuckles popped against the sword's hilt.
"Outland Excursion," the second student murmured. "It's next week. Time for first-years to see the true danger beyond the domes."
Victor's heart hammered. A Drakenar war party leader had blood on his hands for his father's death.
Though the Drakenars had been driven out of the location intended for us in the upcoming Outland Excursion, their last pockets of renegades still haunted Sector K-22 like ghost stories given flesh.
