“That is my plan. Not every Rothian is so…accustomed to the differences between our people and yours, so we have always found it helpful to…” Vreta began answering to Freyr, but he was cut off by his communications, as well as many of the lights around him, going dark. His guards all raised their weapons, and Vreta himself drew his pistol. There were other Humans around them in the building, of course, but once they became able to see once more, it would be hard to say their defensive response was not justified. 

What appeared to be vines, plants, and other indistinct organic matter seemed to appear out of nowhere, covering the walls and floor. For a moment, the Rothians were silent and still, each of them scanning separate angles. Vreta had no information on what was happening, if it was a new development in the Cradle, or if it was somehow normal. However, one thing that was certain was that he was not going to wait around to investigate. 

“We are leaving. Stay close.” Vreta announced in a calm, focused tone. They had not strayed far from the transit station, so it would not be a long walk back. Though, each and every step made Vreta more and more unnerved. The feel of vines touching the scales on the bottom of his feet seemed, ironically, unnatural given his surroundings. They all walked together in a tight formation, straight out the door they had entered through. Between each of the soldiers, they had full vision on their surroundings to avoid being caught off-guard. Even the floor itself Vreta did not trust, and he was watching it as if it were an enemy combatant.