Chapter 31

They reached the castle faster than they reached before, which wasn't surprising to the group.

This was a big matter, a matter that would decide the fate of the world.

And the group knew that very well, which explained the surprise on General Visch's face.

"Well, you guys know how to be right on time," he said, with a laugh that didn't bring up the mood.

"Thank you," Asiris said blankly, as he walked right past General Visch, confusing him of the sudden hostility.

The group was calmer, but he could still feel that intensity. "Okay…" he muttered.

They made their way to the soldier hideout, where they were met with many people who stared at them like they were saviors.

"So you guys are the heathers," one of them said—which he seemed to be sarcastically amused. "And the great Asiris," he teased in an African voice.

Peter could assume that someone in this hideout was African, and that he was just goading for comedy. "So, how about you teach us how to predict every move like a fortune teller," he said, smacking Asiris on the shoulder.

Everyone laughed, although none of it was funny at all.

"Excuse me," Asiris said, which he knew if he stayed in the agonzisement, someone's face was getting split open.

Xavier was already heading there, giving a face to the man who laughed in response.

They sat down at a space that a black person gave, which ironically—spoke in an African accent.

"Sorry about Riki, he's a real pain," he said, giving another chuckle which Peter assumed they would laugh a lot.

"So, are these the princes?" he asked. "Yes," Caville answered. "Micah can use the Heather Eye's power, so we need him on this mission."

"Ah yes, heard that myth before," he said, again chuckling which was starting to annoy them.

Immediately, the mood turned, as someone screamed an order, with everyone as fast as a snakebite standing straight and tall.

Asiris looked to the left, seeing a man with tucked-in shirt and a brown cap, looking like a military sarge.

"The Ikes are getting on our turf, and they're making their march towards the wall."

He took a big pause, giving an eerie feeling inside the base.

"Machine men!" he abruptly shouted, scaring Peter and Micah in an instant.

"Here!"

"Infantry!"

"Here!"

"Archers!"

"Here!"

"Knights!"

"Here!"

"Heathers!"

"Here?..." Micah shouted, which he retreated because of the sudden silence.

"Okay, looks like we have everyone—wait. Asiris?" he asked.

Asiris decided to stand up to save himself the embarrassment.

"Yes, me," he said.

The sarge gave a smile, again smacking him on the shoulder.

"You and I need to discuss uh—things, but lemme give this first order okay?" he declared in a silent voice.

They shook hands in respect, which then Asiris returned to his seat.

As if he wasn't just whispering, he shouted, "Now, we need archers behind the infantry, then we need machine guns on the top of the wall—don't let them get through!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, let's move!" he shouted, as he then looked at Asiris, gesturing him his time to follow.