1843 Fallen From the Sky

"Big brothers, what if we don't win?"

Sixty to one odds were high, but Her Tears knew that it would climb even higher until the Fel Reaver debuted.

However, nothing was for certain, and this was true in gaming and in life. The Life Alliance's trump card was the Fel Reaver, but if the Fel Reaver wasn't as powerful as they thought or their opponents had an even more powerful trump card, then these three gamblers would no longer be exemplar players but rather examples of what not to do.

"Don't worry. I have never seen anything quite so powerful as what we have."

Fat Monkey was also the pilot of the Fel Reaver so he was somewhat qualified to make such a comment.

"It's like a Boss. Can you imagine one side summoning a Boss to fight for them? If we lose this Stronghold battle… I'll kill myself."

"Okay!"

"Sounds good!"