The park on the outskirts of Suzu was a sad, forgotten place.
A rusty swing set creaked in the wind. A slide, faded and cracked, looked like a monument to a happier, long-dead world.
It was the perfect spot for a high-risk, high-reward intelligence gathering mission.
"Alright, big guy," I said to Grak, who was looking at the swing set with a profound, philosophical confusion. "You're the distraction. Go… swing. Or something. If anyone shows up, your job is to look big, angry, and too stupid to be a real threat."
"I AM NOT STUPID," Grak roared, a statement that was immediately undermined by him trying to sit on one of the swings and getting his massive ass stuck.
I ignored him. I had work to do.
I walked to the center of the park, the overgrown grass tickling my ankles. I took a deep, theatrical breath.
"[Reign]," I commanded.
BOOM!
