The smell of iron instantly assaulted Michael's nose. Regardless of which direction he gazed at, there were bodies far beyond the horizon.
With the battle over, the death toll had been so monumental that the human brain had trouble comprehending the full scale of the destruction.
"Not to mention that we got off lightly. If it hadn't been for the King's intervention, many more would have died." He shook his head in dejection.
The first thing he did was search for Richard. Michael needed clothes after all.
"Boss?" Richard recoiled backwards when he saw his Boss come out of the alien base completely naked.
Instantly the man laughed out loud, his gaze going low to a specific man's body part. "Oh! Now it makes sense why women flock to you like some kind of magnet! From the looks of it, aside from fighting, you are also gifted in the art of fuc—"
"Clothes."
Before Richard could finish, Michael interrupted.
"Do you have any to spare?"
