"What are you babbling in weird language, speak Frost Plated!"
Du Zexin gently adjusted the gear, the laser beneath Magnum converted to a visible light source, illuminating the dark corners.
"Don't be so distant, Citizen."
The light cleared the shadows of the warehouse, revealing a sight that somewhat exceeded Du Zexin's expectations.
A woman.
She was dressed as though she had just entered the Industrial Era, cloaked in a thick, earth-yellow cloak, wearing boots.
Her brown hair quietly draped over her shoulders, her yellow eyes flowing with gentleness.
He couldn't sense a trace of Pathway from her... but Du Zexin was very aware she was far from a Mortal.
"Who are you?" Du Zexin questioned, "This area is filled with bio-sensors and surveillance probes, even a mosquito would be burnt by carbon dioxide laser – how did you get in?"
Finished, Du Zexin glanced at her shoes, his face immediately fell:
