Kael stepped off the platform briefly.
"…You said 'most of us.'"
He looked between them.
"…So what is this place, exactly?"
Silence lingered for a moment.
Then Riven spoke.
"…This is a controlled sector."
"…Maintained by those who operate within the boundary."
Kael frowned slightly.
"…Hunters?"
"…Partially."
The other figure added—
"…Hunters eliminate threats."
"…Observers study them."
"…And there are others who… interfere when necessary."
Kael crossed his arms slightly.
"…And you?"
Riven's answer came without hesitation.
"…I operate between them."
That explained nothing.
And everything.
"…Ranks exist here too."
The other figure continued.
"…D to S."
"…But they aren't just about strength."
"…They measure control, adaptability… survival."
Kael nodded slowly.
"…So where am I?"
Silence.
Then—
"…Unclassified."
Kael smirked faintly.
"…Figures."