Another set of agents rushed over to Tech Armor and lifted him from the ground, placing him in a stretcher and carrying him to an aircraft that touched down.
Just then—
Tap!
Tap!
Tap!
Then—
Bam!
I could feel the presence shift, and I have felt that before; at Ghost Town inside the High Orcs space ship.
He's here.
Boots touched the ground with a gentle tap, but every agent or soldier in the vicinity immediately stepped aside and/or straightened up as if pushed by an invisible force.
A man in a sleek suit, but not black as before. A white sleek coat and a scar prominent as ever running down his face.
He strode forward after coming off the aircraft, every footstep of his echoed like a commanding reminder of his status.
The Apostle.
"Gentlemen," he began.
"What a charming mess you've made... I suggest you applaud yourself..."
Clap
Clap
Clap
He smacked his hands sarcastically, while taking a slow gaze across the landscape and the damage done to it.
