If You Can't Beat Them, Call for Backup
Tang Xiao said nothing. Sitting on the office sofa, he looked up at the ceiling. He was weighing his options: should he tie Charal up and hand her over to Gethzerion? Or accept this traitorous night sister witch and take Gethzerion on?
Tang Xiao kept thinking, his fingers tapping steadily against the table. Each dull knock seemed like a heavy hammer striking Charal's heart.
In Charal's eyes, this concerned her life as well.
Because whether it was the Archangel of Death before her or Gethzerion on Dathomir, either one could kill her with ease!
Charal could be said to have watched the Fourth Civilization grow and prosper. Back then, she had still been living in seclusion on Endor, planning to use her powers to enslave the Ewoks, who were still in a primitive society, and become the Queen of a primitive kingdom on some remote planet. If things had followed the original storyline, her actions would have become increasingly extreme and insane until she was finally defeated.
However, the arrival of the Fourth Civilization changed everything. Charal saw the colonial team, which had not initially numbered many people. She also saw the Glory mothership descending to an extremely low altitude in synchronous orbit while it airdropped Modular Buildings. In that moment, she understood that she had no power to oppose them.
Although only a little over a hundred people had landed at first, they had guns, and the armed personnel among them were clearly highly trained. Together with that enormous spacecraft, such a force was not something Charal would dare provoke, no matter how confident she was in her magic.
So Charal stopped her other activities and hid herself deeply. Since she understood the Ewok language and could communicate freely with them,