"Where are the twins?" Flintmace asked as soon as the trio reached the clearing where they had hidden their stealth ship.
"They are inside," Lycaon replied, pointing at the ship. "But what's got you by the balls? Is there any trouble?"
"Trouble would be an understatement," Ashton interjected, narrating everything that happened to the Progenitors. "We don't have much time. The Xyran army is on its way, and we must get out of here before they arrive."
"Are you certain they're coming?" Lycaon's brow furrowed, his eyes reflecting the concern on his face.
"Hm... maybe you should wait and see," Vulcan rolled his eyes. "Does it matter if they are coming or not? We got what we wanted, so time to leave!"
As he said that, Lycaon's gaze shifted towards the two Xyrans they had captured during their operation. These Xyrans had seen their faces, and leaving them behind could spell disaster.
