(Hey… If you want to survive, then retreat or take cover—far away from the army of the Great Serpent Empire. I'll give you ten seconds. After that, don't blame me for what happens next.)
Sakaar's mouth fell open, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. The weight of the message that had suddenly appeared in his mind was overwhelming. His breath hitched as he hurriedly activated the same soul imprint that had delivered the warning and sent back an urgent reply.
"What do you mean? What exactly is going to happen?! You think you can just appear out of nowhere and say something this cryptic?!"
(...Nine.)
"...?!"
Sakaar instinctively took two steps backward in midair, his pulse racing. A creeping sense of unease crawled up his spine, yet he dared not ask further questions. Instead, his sharp gaze darted around him, scanning the battlefield— then downward toward the chaos below.
Retreat? That was impossible.
