After one look at the Macan who had led his group into the camp not long ago, Fifnis, the one who had led the last highest level evolver of Gars to survive while incapacitated under pursuit, stepped inside the chamber knowing the fate awaiting him.
The chamber was only smaller than the main hall, but it was still wide enough. In the middle of it were two devices.
On the left, Fifnis looked at the new contained Broomf had been moved into. In the liquid with less viscosity than the tank he had been preserved in before, the man looked miserable.
Fifnis felt his heart ache at the thought that it was by saving him, along with the rest who had been in the same spaceship, from the treacherous ambush from the inhabitants of the planet which should have been backward, that Broomf had ended as a simple bag of skin and bones struggling to survive.
Fifnis' sadness only grew at the thought that the two of them were the last two Garsans.
