Max smiled as the drones tore through the crashed Cathedral Ship. They were doing a brilliant job of destroying the enemy force, and even from where he was standing, the sense of rage on the other side of the portal was clearly understandable.
Whatever force, presumably another Greater Energy Being, was sending the troops to this world was throwing a fit on the other side, and the mental anguish of the enemy leader was highly entertaining.
It wouldn't be long now, and they would give up on this place entirely, allowing the Myceloid God to pick and choose its targets again, which was to Max's advantage, as they wouldn't be showing up at random all over the world this time.
