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Soldiers of Time.

There is a war on the horizon and we need you to lead the world into battle. But you are weak. Far too weak. So you must become strong. Strong enough to bring the world under your banner Strong enough to withstand the tribulation to come. The era wars beckons... A war where Godkings are cannon fodder. A war where even lords will fall ... Apocalypse is coming. And strong... You will become!!! * “Let the Soul of the Universe bear witness Let the Rules of Creation acknowledge Let this mortal be reborn anew Let it AWAKEN as THE CHILDE OF TIME! LET THE TRIALS OF LAW BEGIN!!!” * [First Trial of Time: Trial of a Soldier] [Before you can lead an army, you must first understand what it means to be a soldier.] [Main Objective: Reach the Limit of Mortal Coil.] [Secondary objective: Destroy the organisation that seeks to harm your planet.] [Reward: ***] [Good luck Inheritors. Good luck, Childe.] A group of Spec Ops operators are saved from the jaws of death by the intervention of the Supreme Law of Time. However, nothing comes for free. A prices must be paid. A duty must be delivered. Thus, began the journey to the summit of a group of soldiers who are unavertibly marked as Soldiers of the Supreme Law of Time.

Gbotty · War
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CH126:  Enhancements

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CH126:  ENHANCEMENTS 

The Team members' consciousness were all sent back to their bodies.

When Champion came to, he found himself in front of a computer, working. He saw the program he was writing on the monitor.

Mary opened her eyes to find herself in her closet. She was holding the clothes she was about to wear.

Fatima recovered herself to find she was in her family's clinic. She was about to inspect their latest patient.

Abdul-Lateef regain consciousness and found himself in his mother's shop. He was working on a customer's hair.

Temitope found himself holding a chisel. He was working on a furniture piece with his father in the workshop.