Quake!

It was a cool temperature that evening.

Lucius stood atop a building, hidden away from the gaze of the unsuspecting citizens that crawled through the streets below him.

Lucius was located about half a kilometer away from the Bergan's Band base and vaults.

He had played mind games with the members of the mercenary group, leading them to act like cogs in a machine that placed them where they were now and now it was finally time for the final act.

'It's time for you to move at last.'

The signal was sent to the Plow Worm located at the hill beyond Cutlass city. And for the next hour that passed, nothing happened.

But Lucius was not an impatient man.

He had waited several years to enact his plan against the unsuspecting Great Barrom Clan's true blood members and had gained the power to rule the world.

What was an hour to him?