"We made it within my adjusted calculations, Uncle," Jena smiled at Sol while he was in the process of slowing down having reached their destination.
"I haven't seen or interacted with that many of them, but I can tell at a glance; this is not a normal collective, everything we expected is right behind this veil," Sol came to a halt, resting his feet on the outer walls of the collective and releasing a sigh of relief amidst another of tension. "We have no idea what we're about to encounter."
"Be a little optimistic, uncle," Jena appeared at his side and bumped his arm with a dramatic punch. "You are the Golden Godslayer of the Grand Collective, there are few if any Primordial beings as powerful as you are, there is power in the name Sol Vestic," She smiled at him.
