Returning to the Fidayans' underground base, Chaya found them still busy maintaining the spaceship. He found a quiet spot and lay down to rest.
"Lord Chaya, you're back. Those aliens didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Dokla hurried over and asked eagerly.
In truth, Dokla had been terribly worried when Chaya went to face Zarbon and the others. The terrifying scenes from before still lingered in his mind: the earth shaking, the heavens changing, as though even the sky had been torn to pieces!
That apocalyptic sight had been deeply seared into his memory. Dokla had never seen anything so horrifying, and it had scared him badly. He could not help worrying for Chaya, afraid that he would be no match for those aliens.
At this time, Chaya was the only one the Fidayans could rely on. If even Chaya could not defeat those aliens, then the Fidayans would face extinction.
Those aliens were too powerful—so powerful that Dokla could not help worrying for Chaya. He did not dare imagine whether the Fidayans would have any hope of survival if Chaya lost.
Now that Chaya had returned safely, Dokla finally relaxed. He let out a long breath, the anxiety on his face turning into delight as he eagerly stepped forward.
"Were those pieces of trash even worthy of being my opponents?" Chaya glanced at Dokla and asked coolly.
It was not that he was arrogant. He simply knew clearly that if he wanted to win over the Fidayans, he had to display his strength and make them believe that following him was the right choice. As for those aliens, they had naturally become stepping stones to establish his position.
Dokla froze slightly after hearing this. The chilling aura made him shudder, but rather than panic, he was overwhelmed with