67.Ellipsism

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"Mother?" Char cried in disbelief. Her jaw dropped to the floor as she watched her friends, her mothers and some other people, who she had seen earlier but did not recognize instantly, got to their feet.

"Yes. Char. We came as soon as we could the people did not take it as we intended. It was too much for them. Some are scandalized. Others are accusing the Castle for sending out false stories. People need some more time. The Castle will track you down anytime. We need to be prepared. They are coming to take your lives. We need arms, as many as possible, to fight them. We need to get us some time." Reign Suave, Char's mother explained.

"Then we need to get to the Arsenal." Someone shouted from the crowd.

"Yes. But we don't know the way to Arsenal, do we? It is known to very few." Éclat reminded.

"Don't worry. I know the way." A tall man with blue eyes and blond hair announced.

"I am Glint Force. I work at Arsenal." He added.

"So, you are Force's father." Gray asked.

"Yes. I am Plethora's father. Clemency, here, is her mother." He introduced her wife.

"Nice to meet you. But we do not have time to chat. Let us first make it alive through this so that we can properly introduce after all of these ends." Heath Gazebo, Gray's mother bawled.

"Yes. Follow me." Glint instructed. They took a secret passage to the Arsenal. Luckily the only thing guarding the Arsenal was a 360-degree camera. Arsenal was the ultimate armory of Styx. All the weapons that humans transported to Styx and those robots build were stored, preserved and cared in the Arsenal. The arms were never used on Styx before and no one was trained to wield weapons. They were kept as a souvenir of the times on Earth when weaponry was manipulated. Armaments were the only area in which renovations were not made.

The bulky metal door of the Arsenal opened to bring to light the world's finest collection of arms.  

  

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