Lucas II followed my orders to the letter, keeping the silver ground safe and intact.
The shields I left protected this zone from any spatial storms or lava leftovers, only losing a few of them in the end.
It wasn't that big of a loss considering the time I spent away.
"So…" I stopped my chariot again at the same spot that I left from, "did you get your answers?"
"Yes," Mou stopped talking, and I didn't speak as well. I did my part, took this dude around the worlds and zones my forces were fighting at.
I looked at his eyes from behind the mask, and he kept glaring back at me. "I have to admit, this is something great."
"What exactly?"
"Everything!" he paused, and I also kept my silence. This wasn't the kind of answer I was waiting for. "I'm going to help you, but…"
"No more conditions," I waved my glaive, "I hate those who keep reneging on their words."
