Hovering above Veloxia, the enormous alien battleship loomed over them.
From its underside, countless smaller ships descended continuously.
The three of them followed Minister Sharif to a massive plaza that was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.
The ships descending from the battleship were landing steadily on the plaza—there was no battle, no clashing of blades, none of the chaos they had expected.
Instead, the soldiers of the Draconis Empire were systematically unloading cargo, while neatly organized troops outside the plaza moved in orderly formations to transport supplies.
The entire scene was one of calm efficiency.
Miralles and the others were dumbfounded.
An alien cosmic battleship—had it fallen into the hands of the Draconis Empire?
