Reaching Capital
The chaos had finally calmed down. The express car was slowly moving towards the capital despite the wear and tear it had to endure due to the fights.
"Wait!" Max exclaimed and everyone stopped.
"What's wrong?" Stark asked with raised brows.
"I want to walk." Max spoke as he got off the golemn for some reason.
Stark shook his head and allowed him to do what he wanted. Besides, it didn't look like anything was going to happen to Max anytime soon.
Max looked at the door leading towards the next cabin. He had felt something. Something hard to put in words.
He moved and the rest followed behind.
When Max opened the door and walked in, his eyes met another pair of aged eyes. It was an old man dressed in white who had been sitting on one of the seats all along.
Time seemed to have paused for a second before Max finally turned his calm gaze away and headed towards Lear.
Stark entered behind Max and turned his head to look in the direction which Max was looking at.