"What the hell's going on!!"
The grand fleet of the Hypogeans was thrown into chaos as the alarm blared through the corridors. Demons of all shapes and sizes rushed to their stations, readying their weapons and preparing for the imminent attack.
Harrak, a towering demon with jet-black horns and bulging muscles, stormed into the control room, his eyes blazing with fury. "What's going on?" he bellowed.
The head technician, a small, wiry demon named Grik, frantically tapped at his console. "We're being attacked by humans," he said, his voice shaking. "We don't know how many there are, but they're causing significant damage to our ships."
Harrak's expression darkened. He had heard of humans before but had never encountered them himself. From what he knew, they were a weak and feeble species, no match for the might of the Hypogeans. But the damage they were inflicting suggested otherwise.
