The tension in the Round table room was suffocating.
Principal Farnes himself sat stiffly in his place, staring at the flickering holographic display that had failed to give them any useful data on the massive ship hovering near Saturn.
The alarms still blared, chaos in the solar system still escalated by the second, and all eyes in the room were on him for guidance.
But who could he turn to for guidance?
Principal Farnes really wished he could do that right now…
Then, as if to intensify the looming dread, a bright pulse of energy crackled through the air.
The temperature in the room dropped drastically, and a ripple of power distorted the atmosphere. Principal Farnes tensed, his hand instinctively moving toward his side, but he stopped himself.
He knew something far beyond them was happening.
In a flash, six figures materialised directly into the room.
