"Warships? How many?" Ashton inquired.
"At least 450," Otiga replied, her voice slightly shaken. "Since Flintmace is gone, they might have come to take the Tower down, as the mercenaries have been causing a lot of trouble for them."
"No, that's not it, but they came at a great time," Ashton mumbled before turning his attention back to the crowd. "I have just been informed that a Xyran fleet of more than four hundred ships is heading our way."
Many people panicked upon hearing the news, but the mercenaries and the soldiers from the Orion empire were ready to fight. However, Ashton didn't want them to.
It was the memorial service of his masters, and those space tyrants thought it was a great time to attack them. If that was their intention, then they were doomed because the pent-up anger within Ashton was about to burst, and the Xyrans would be the perfect outlet for his rage.
