Lost

Different voices had indeed emerged within the mysterious organization. Although the losses on Sarah's escort mission were not small, against the backdrop of a massive organization spanning over a thousand star systems, they were not much.

What truly hurt the mysterious organization was that this time, they had shifted from the shadows into the open, but not completely. Though they had stepped onto the stage, they had not fully revealed themselves, and they still had to contend with the Epoch Clan's restraints on the surface.

Their identities had been well concealed, but their primary species was not difficult to guess. As a result, the Epoch Clan launched a massive purge.

This purge swept across more than a dozen advanced civilizations and hundreds of star systems. Under Glimmer's unique methods of control, the mysterious organization lost at least twenty percent of its members overall. And among those who remained, no one knew how many had already been converted into spies.

Don't underestimate twenty percent. This was a complex system built up over hundreds of thousands of years. Losing twenty percent so abruptly in such a short time was already enough to affect its normal operation.

"Our losses are too great. For the Zerg, was this really worth it?" a black-robed figure said painfully, his expression extremely grim.

Another black-robed figure shook his head. "We discussed this when we made the decision. This isn't about the Zerg. If we want to continue existing, we have no choice but to act."

"...I know. But I don't think the Zerg bear no responsibility. If their queen hadn't been captured—or if they didn't exist at all—we wouldn't have ended up in such a passive position."

"It's too late to say any of that now. The Zerg are our lifeline. Only by sending their queen back