An Incoming Threat

Now was the time.

The three hours were a lot slower to Peter, mainly because he was ready this time or so.

He got all his gear ready and trained at the center for an hour or two.

He tried to keep himself fired up, because he knew how easy it could be to lose the sudden excitement.

When he got out, he just checked the time. It was three o’ clock.

So he quickly rushed towards the front of the base, dodging the tents and every part of the camp.

They were told to meet at the very front of the base, and have their horses ready before they went.

Quickly, he went to the stable and chose the same horse this time.

Just to be careful at least before he actually moved to the front.

Once he did, he countered through the camp—just to avoid any destruction of some kind. Eventually he made it, but all the others were there which made him look fashionably late. “Well, you’re finally here,” Asiris said, which Peter was a bit embarrassed.