By the time Alex started leading his followers to the designated registration grounds, he had developed a serious headache.
Saniah and Seuseu walked beside him, their silvery-blue halos and wings drawing curious looks from everyone they passed, while Nathan followed a short distance behind.
The enormous pocket of space they'd been given had already started taking in the first groups from the Hollow Ship. Alex had spent most of the time in between working out the order in which his 30 million followers would be examined.
Normally, he would have liked to oversee the whole process himself. Unfortunately, there were just too many people. Trying to personally escort every important member of his army would only draw attention to the exact people he wanted to protect.
Which meant he was going to have to trust Sylas. Again.
Alex rubbed his forehead, remembering the collection of clones the bastard had made without so much as opening his eyes.
