The Call with General Farshar lasted all of 10 minutes, and it had been almost an hour since I disappeared into Gnarnia; with less than three hours remaining until the emergence of the first wave of players, I could no longer dawdle around in my workshop, so I walked into the teleporter room, topped off its energy supply and zapped myself back to my bedroom.
Exiting my bedroom, I walked back downstairs and found everyone around the TV, well, except Abuella, who was setting up to cook dinner for everyone.
'Have you calmed down now?' My father asked without removing his eyes from the TV. Everyone knew the time for action was drawing closer, and I could tell from my brother and Xilia's body posture they were ready to go at a moment's notice.
'Yeah, and I just got off the phone with Farshar; I assume the media has been tracking the mobilization of war machines and are preaching doomsday prophecies?"
