'Generals.'
The thought thundered in their heads all at once.
The generals were flanked by countless Zorvans, each one a size smaller, but still formidable.
Colonels.
The paragons glanced at one another, their expressions grim. None could utter a word.
They had long known of the Zorvan generals. That had been the whole reason the aegis shield had always been considered their ultimate line of defense. What they hadn't known… was how many there were.
Even one colonel was already enough to match a race leader, beings considered the strongest in the alliance.
But a general…
They were utterly screwed.
But before that dread could truly take root, a loud, irritated voice rang through the silence.
"Tch. It's just like that fool to leave me with the menial tasks. How degrading."
Heads spun around, and this time, their eyes widened not in fear, but utter relief.
Standing tall on the ledge of the massive tree Atticus once stood upon… was a blinding figure of pure violet.
Ozeroth.
