81 The Truth

Reed wanted to run. The destination did not matter — he just wanted to be as far away from where he was right now.

They kept coming out until the Sacred Cathedral's entrance had been filled to the brim. There were more than a hundred of them, give or take, but it felt like they were more than that. The sight of them all together was awe-inspiring and terrifying to behold.

Each one was capable of causing an unspeakable amount of destruction and possessed thousands of years of experience in the art of war.

They, together, were metaphorical sleeping dragon that the Four Empires feared to disturb.

Friendly. Positive. Neutral. Play it cool, Reed. You got this…

"Hiya, fellas… How are you all doing today?" said Reed as he stepped out of the hovercraft. A small mountain of flowers spilled out of his seat when Reed walked out, something that he had not accounted for when he got out.