"A bug infestation in Stillwater City?"
Polemos frowned for a moment before recalling his subordinates mentioning such a matter, and very recently, on top of that.
At that moment, an officer in the control center suddenly cried to Emperor Polemos.
"Your Majesty, the alien civilization has broken our last line of battle droids! Direct confrontation is imminent!"
"So this day has finally come. Send out the elite squadrons! Those psychic aliens must be carrying quite a juicy amount of experience!"
"Yes, Your Majesty! I will relay your orders to them at once!"
Albion overheard the exchange in the background before Polemos returned his attention to him.
"My apologies, my Lord."
"Seems like you've got your hands full over there. Do you require assistance?"
