Aryndale and Azedreo arrived at the abandoned grounds of Xizonrie First Military Academy on Planet Sirius, the once-prestigious institution that had trained the galaxy's most elite warriors.
The academy had long ceased its operations as an educational facility, but its legacy remained within the halls that now functioned as a classified intelligence hub.
As they stepped out of their spacecraft, the towering structures loomed over them like ghosts of the past, the vast dome-shaped buildings covered in vines and dust from years of neglect.
The air was thick with silence, save for the distant hum of the security drones scanning the perimeter. The academy was still alive in its own way, a silent sentinel that held secrets buried beneath time.
They walked toward the main entrance, where a single scanner panel still functioned. Aryndale placed his palm over it, and the system whirred to life, scanning his identity. A cold, robotic voice greeted them.
