The crew exchanged glances. Naturally they were already aware that they were an anomaly, attaining such fame with so few members in their ranks.
Despite being one of the weakest factions located on the blessed lands, Eternal Blade still had ten times their numbers!
"How likely are all of them to participate in the tournament?" Michael asked.
Some factions had been operating at the very edge of the solar system, so there was a chance some of them would fail to make it in time.
Skylar's eyes darkened.
"All of them are on Earth. I reckon we expect the worst and get ready to face all of them."
The crew remained, unfazed. By now they had long grown used to expecting the worst.
"At least we know that all of them use swords so we can prepare ahead of time."
Skylar began.
