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Things happened fast. The man called Misu went from trying to find friends to talking about about being something like a prophet. What caught Klein’s attention was his reference to rifts.

The aliens used wormholes ships to move their fleets. Their biological appearance was practically identical to Earth’s population. The big difference was a genome change that allowed the aliens to go outside of the biological box with prosthetics that Earthlings had yet to adapt as easily too. And Klein had seen their soldiers at work. Shock troopers with more animalistic legs for higher jumps and faster runs. Commandos with integrated weapons and sensors making them tough to fight using normal tactics. If Misu was one of the aliens, Klein might not return unscathed.

Then there was another person who appeared. Hugon who seemed to be some hotshot crook. He didn’t seem to be a killer but the most dangerous never did. If he did prove to be so his gear was that of a rogue’s, light and short ranged. Easily avoided.

But of course, no plan survives contact with the enemy. Before anything decisive from either new castaway could happen, the Lord Castle being opened a door. What charged out was a classic RPG fenrir. Before Klein could line up a clean shot, it bowled into Liorah. Switching from rifle to knife, He took two bounds and jumped on the wolf. Suddenly weighted down by a few hundred pounds, the wolf staggered. Rolling himself around the beast’s neck, Klein yanked it onto the floor exposing the neck. Stab, twist. The wolf died fast.

“Now now, that was too fast.” said the voice again.

The tiles on the floor moved and expanded. In seconds, the once empty room became a basic replica of an urban district.

“Try again.”

Deep howling began. More wolves were on the move.