Washington DC. USA
"Come y'all for the feast of the time."
The leader of the group called, his husky voice enflamed by the expression on his face. His stern gaze was pressed on the subjects. Many of them had been subjected to him by their own free will. He had learnt to help them make choices.
"This is so such an era which no human had ever witnessed."
He continued. He wished that his voice was as swift in traveling as his big dark brown pupils. He could see so keenly and through distances. For some moments you might think twas but a gift of nature.
Many of the sergeants, working under Russell before, who had joined had been more lucrative than he'd ever thought. And according to them, they would make something significant of the world.
The leader seemed to share a particular interest with Russell. Ruling the whole world. He had learnt about that recently, and the expression had connected with what he had dug in the abyss of his memory.