Great one?
Raith doubted what his ears just heard. What in the multiworld was happening?
He looked at all of them once again.
Their faces were lowered to the ground but he could feel the humbleness and submission that each of them displayed. In front of them was a hulky man in brown leather armor, his hair was long and wet, dirtied from battle perhaps.
He had the aura of a leader. Raith looked at him and asked:
"You… are you the leader?"
The man shot his face up, his eyes radiating respect, fixed on Raith.
"No sir! Each of the general of this mercenary union has only acted as a reagent till the great one is revived."
'Now, isn't that interesting…' Raith feared where this was going to but he did his due diligence to make the conversation continue. Who knows, he could be very wrong.
"So this great one… where is he?"
The man bowed his head again. "Right in front of us. You are the great one!!" He shouted.
