The battle wasn't long or fierce.
On the contrary, actually. It looked like the draconic figures knew all too well how to deal with those unimaginable monsters.
And a few minutes later, all that was left were the lifeless bodies of the sand Worms that appeared after the first group, and the mother. Dead but still squirming around.
Octavius and his team looked at their unexpected saviours, without knowing what to say or how to react.
"Who... Are you guys?" Octavius asked, slightly bowing his head in respect and gratitude.
"We are the Ishir, people from the planet Isariah." One of them, seemingly the leader of the group, responded. "I suppose you came here across the Gate, yes?"
Octavius scratched his head.
"You mean the bubble from the distortion entry of the Nest?"
The draconic figures exchanged glances, chuckling.
"What? Did we say something funny?"
The leader looked at them with a mix of sympathy and contempt.
