As if he had just completed a simple cleanup, Daryl continued descending without a care.
He swept past the rolling sea of clouds and finally stopped above the center of the planet's largest continent.
From his vantage point, the entire continent lay spread out beneath him.
Gray-white city clusters stretched for thousands of kilometers. Transit rails ran through the cities like leaf veins, and ornamental vegetation transplanted from the Home Planet lined the streets. Everything appeared orderly and well-arranged.
"This is the most prosperous region on this planet..."
With that thought, Daryl slowly opened the vertical slit in his chest, and power surged from the depths of his core.
Relying on an elemental lifeform's innate talent, he quickly found the planet's elemental veins and resonated with them.
Then, the entire planet's atmosphere trembled at once.
The atmosphere of the whole planet became a giant amplification device.
From the equator to the poles, from administrative cities to wilderness outposts, his voice rang out in every corner simultaneously.
"Greetings, on our first meeting."
It was Tentacle Tree Civilization's standard common language, flawless to the point of near perfection.
The grammar was precise, the wording elegant, and even the honorific at the beginning of the sentence was impeccably correct. He sounded as polite as if he were delivering a speech at a high-class banquet.
"By my master's command, I have come to accept your nation's submission."
"Of course, you have the right to refuse. My master has never forced any civilization to submit."
At this point, Daryl paused slightly. The fangs along the edge of his chest caught the sunlight in a faint curve, as though smiling. "But please allow me to explain the consequences of refusal..."
His tone remained even, as if he were merely reading an ordinary report.
"Your civilization's Main