A reward.

Third Person POV.

*Two days later.*

The manor was full of activity as always. Servants scampered around, ensuring that their duties were delivered as expected.

Those in the fields are under the tutelage of Sinai. She inspected them and their every move.

Heaps of harvested crops were being herded into the manor, tucked safely away in the storeroom under the watchful guidance of the guards.

As the morning sun towered brightly over the manor from the sky, the mayor, Mr. Hanks stood in front of the huge mirror in his chamber, grunting with discontent as the servants bustled and rustled around him in the name of preparing him for the business trip he as well as the other rulers were embarking on.

It had been ages they had been expecting to hear news from the facility in Scottsdale. Fortunately, the facility sent a message just a few days ago inviting them to head over to the facility.

There, another prototype had been made by their scientists and they needed to be there and watch as the