'Should we lower ourselves?' The idea of descending into the "hole" and facing the parasites in a two-dimensional space turned Zentros's insides.
It was unnatural for an Artromus to abandon air dominion, reduce themselves to crawling like inferior creatures.
But alternatives were running out.
Another troubling thought slid into his mind: Zantem.
He hadn't responded to any mental connection attempt for some time.
'Probably out of range,' Zentros told himself, though something about the situation bothered him.
The ten-kilometer range of their mental link felt small now, insufficient to maintain contact.
Why was Zantem taking so long? Why hadn't he returned with the core yet?
"Zynthor," he mentally called to the most agile of his companions. "Go investigate what's delaying Zantem."
"And lose another warrior for this battle?" Zareon questioned.
