Zhuang Xiaolin turned around, and the Tennessee Walker beneath him turned with him. The other fantastical creations, such as the Protoss—a race from StarCraft—followed Alarak's earlier example, flickering into crimson ripples one after another and flying toward the mothership in the sky.
The rest of the fantastical creations seemed to slip into the shadows, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Looks like we came here for nothing, huh?"
Exusiai patted Texas on the shoulder, staring in shock at the enormous crater not far away.
"Looks like it."
Texas's entire body was taut. The instant that beam descended, she had bristled as though her fur were standing on end.
The Death Fleet mothership in the sky gradually faded, its colors growing paler and paler before it vanished amid a dark-red ripple.
Although those terrifying ships in the sky had all disappeared, the impact they had brought would not fade nearly as quickly as they had.
On the other side...
The Koprulu Sector.
An unknown planet.
Alarak, clad in towering armor, awoke from his slumber.
He looked around in confusion, then seemed to recall something and abruptly came fully awake.
"Interesting. He can even transfer the Death Fleet over there."
Alarak gazed at the massive planet in the distance from the bridge, and only then did the sharpness in his eyes recede somewhat.
"Ji'nara, notify your fleet to prepare."
Along with a psionic communication, an undercurrent swiftly began spreading through the sector controlled by the Tal'darim.
"With something that powerful, it hardly seems to matter whether we're here or not, does it?"
Mozzie made an exaggerated gesture. The life-or-death crisis just now had not frightened him much.
"No, no. Having a sword and not using it are two different things from having no sword at all. I