"What is this about?" Matriarch Aevo asked, opening her lizard-like mouth. "What has that smug little bitch done now? Did she get involved with some little stud? That wouldn't be surprising. Everyone knows about her private relationship with that lunatic Maximus. It's a miracle Black Bolt didn't mind. King Agon—may the Celestial protect his soul—and Queen Regent Linda thought they could cut off the madness of a psychopath and a whore with a few tricks! It wasn't his fault. He never realized his second son's mind was broken. That little bastard was good at hiding it. After all, no sane person would throw a Kree scout ship at Attilan."
The Ghost Clan warrior had long grown accustomed to the matriarch's rambling. It merely stood silently to one side, as always, neither agreeing nor objecting. Only after Matriarch Aevo had finished venting did it look up, making sure its words would not be interrupted again. "The royal family claims that Matriarch Medusa was attacked by assassins, and several members of the royal family died alongside her. They have not disclosed Matriarch Medusa's condition, only claiming that she is unwell and that Princess Crystal is exercising her authority in her stead."
"That sickly, childish, troublemaking little girl?"
There was no expression on the Ghost Clan warrior's scaled face. Other clans did not call them cold-blooded creatures without reason. Matriarch Aevo showed no concern over the assassination attempt against the Gene Council. "Were the assassins caught?" It glanced at its subordinate, received a negative answer, and continued, "The leaders of the other clans must know by now. Those cowards are surely planning to pull back their lines and search for the assassins at the same time. Order the clan army to retreat. We have no need to pay the price for the cowardice