Back in the human world, Rick stood in front of the tall screen displaying news reports and public commentary on Legion's recent activities.
The headline read:
[Legion's Tower Expedition Earns Public Praise—A Step Closer to Peace?]
Rick crossed his arms and let out a small hum of satisfaction.
He turned to face Fredric, who stood by the office window with his hands in his pockets, staring out into the sprawling skyline like it personally offended him.
"You know. Fenrir's really pulling his weight. People have been favouring Legion even more ever since our expedition to the Tower started. Our stock is rising, the media's calling us humanity's best shot. We even got a diplomatic message from the Council."
Rick began, his voice casual, Fredric didn't respond. His shoulders were tense, his expression unreadable.
Rick tried again.
