Seeming to notice the commotion, Mikhail looked suspiciously at Reynolds, "Did you do something?"
"What?" Reynolds looked bewildered, while Mikhail's mechanical pupil rotated slightly.
From what he knew, this brute must be hiding something from him.
But since their technical levels were about the same, he couldn't find any traces for a while.
"This is not a joke..." Mikhail intended to say a few more words of caution: "There are too many people involved, too many entanglements. If anything unexpected happens..."
Reynolds interrupted, eyes directed toward the entrance of the hall: "People from the Three Civilizations are here."
The slightly somber discussions around them fell silent.
In the hall, several figures filed in, all exuding a fierce aura, each of different races.
The first to enter was a three-meter-tall ice-blue giant, with sturdy limbs and white beard flowing down to his chest, even his pupils were ice blue.
