Atticus and Whisker appeared at the edge of their territory in a flash.
Though he had felt its vastness, it was only when he traversed it that he realized how truly big the territory was. The people hadn't even occupied one third of its size.
'It's them.'
Atticus narrowed his eyes at the army camped at the front of his territory. Their numbers were vast. From a glance, he could tell they entered into the millions.
They were arranged in neat, layered squares, each unit perfectly aligned. Their armors and weapons looked sleek and futuristic, with visors covering their faces. A bulk of the soldiers carried what seemed like plasma guns.
'Citizens,' he realized.
Compared to his people, their civilization looked far more advanced.
"Atticus Ravenstein!"
