Before the Gamma Colossus struck the Sun God Tree, the many primitive creatures on the Great Plains, as insignificant as mice, were already racing for their lives.
"We won't make it..." They were still two kilometers from the divine tree, while the Gamma Colossus had already streaked across the sky like a meteor and was about to strike its trunk.
But Temelo screamed herself hoarse. "We will! We will!"
"Don't stop! Don't talk! We can make it!"
Cradling the swaddled baby, she kept encouraging the already exhausted centaurs.
The group had thinned out by now. The slower aliens had all fallen behind, while the centaurs were far ahead, approaching a speed of three hundred meters per second.
Temelo stopped everyone from speaking, since talking would slow their running.
As for her, she lay against a centaur's back, so she could naturally keep speaking and urging them on.
"There's always a reception plaza at the base of a divine tree! They usually have dozens of sets of Nano Armor available for self-service use!"
"That armor can keep us alive even in hellish conditions!"
Temelo shouted encouragement, her thoughts clear. She knew that only a desperate gamble could keep them alive.
Among the last batch of humans the Anunnaki had brought here, she and Ona were the surviving woman and man.
She understood exactly what Ona was thinking. Faced with unimaginably powerful aliens, their only hope of salvation was to beg for protection.
She had originally thought the same. But after being brought here and watching former Illuminati leaders eaten one after another, she had finally understood that pleading with aliens was pointless, just as a cat would never care about a mouse's cries.
Beyond luck, their only way to survive was to exploit their surroundings and work out what the aliens