It Is Time

It was time.

On Alaris' arm, the Control Seal shone brightly, covering him with a familiar silver glow. Immediately, the examination officer was reminded what time it was and the prospect didn't please him one bit.

For the first time, he regretted his decision to participate as a witness in the Premium Age Royale and he was sure a few others were sharing his unpleasant sentiment. If several combatants of his calibre were forcibly transported away during this crisis, that could prove dire.

The numbers were needed, especially for strong forces.

Thankfully, few among the Capital Service personnel – relevant folks at least – had not made the casual decision to entertain themselves in the so-called greatest event of the century, so at least, once everyone vanished, there was going to be someone left to deal with the enemies.