Chapter 107
"The humans keep underestimating us," the Fatek general muttered, hovering in mid-air as if seated on an invisible throne. His crimson skin gleamed under the cold, artificial light of the control room, where his three subordinates were focused on their digital consoles. His third eye, perched in the center of his forehead, stared unblinking at the vast emptiness of space through the tempered glass. The silence was broken only by the occasional beep from the consoles, signaling activity within the ship.
"What I don't understand," he continued, his voice a low growl, "is why one of their own is killing his kind..." His gaze shifted to a surveillance feed where a lone hunter was stealthily eliminating other hunters. The general's lips curled into a twisted smile.
'Interesting.'
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[Deceased Touch]
Nameless watched as the Alien Bison's face dissolved into steam and dust, vanishing as if it had never been there.
