As Duanmu Huai had said, Horus would not let things rest.
The Sixty Second Expedition Fleet was gathering once again, but finding that mysterious ship fleet in the Istvan star system was nearly impossible.
Horus now looked fierce and grim. He had made a deal with those intangible existences from subspace, who had promised to obscure the brilliance of the Star Torch, isolating them so that the communication between those fleets would be severed. But Horus didn't know if that would be effective against that fleet.
The dregs of the fallen, the lackeys of the Evil God.
Horus clenched his fists. The curses of the others still echoed in his ears. But this time, Horus's inner turmoil wasn't anger, it was doubt. Clearly from what they said, they knew what subspace entities were and thought he had submitted himself to those mysterious beings... No!
With a sudden motion, Horus slammed his fist onto the table.
