The four of them nodded to each other, then turned toward the Star Emperor and said in unison:
"We will take our leave now, Star Emperor. Please notify us if any problems arise in the Holy Region. We'll do what we can to assist—as our fleets hurry toward you."
The Star Emperor gave a faint smile.
"I will, if anything requiring your attention comes up."
They nodded once more, then cut off communication from their side. Their holographic figures disappeared from the Star Emperor's secure chamber.
The Star Emperor sighed, looking as if he were worn out—and in truth, he was. Not from the discussion itself, but from the effort of maintaining his composure. He had to keep his instincts in check and act normal in front of them. The situation was far worse than he had admitted, and it was taking a toll. Those four were perceptive—painfully so.
Still, he thought, they didn't suspect a thing.
