102 The Eve of Ruin

An ill-timed reunion. This was not how he would have preferred to have met them. Not at the eve of what'd likely be a terrible battle to the death. The future weighed heavily on everyone in the room, for different reasons.

It was all but guaranteed that the outcome of the coming battle would change the fate of the world in some form or another, regardless of victory or defeat.

Things would change. The world would not be the same as it once was.

A great unease filled the silent room.

Reed absentmindedly raised the cup of coffee in his hands and took a sip. It tasted bitter. He grimaced and threw in a couple more sugar cubes into his cup. If there was one thing he genuinely detested, it was bitter coffee.