The Major General escorted Regina to the tent and then excused himself.
Regina's eyes swept across the area, observing the three Marshals inside the steel furnace. She thought to herself that things were tricky and weighed the possibility of rising up and assassinating them.
No one seemed to be around, and the three Marshals appeared to be dozing, a vigilant mind against an unwary one. Probability of success was as high as 70%.
Feasible!
Secretly nodding to herself, Regina decided to give up.
It seemed like there was no one around, but in fact, people were everywhere. Those terrifying numbers of chariots and planes were all alive—if she made a move, she'd be surrounded by a flood of steel.
She needed to preserve her useful existence to repay her boss for his life-saving grace—can't just blindly rush in headlong.
Click! Click! Click!
The doors to the steel furnace opened, spewing out high-temperature steam, and three figures in Marshal uniforms stepped out.
