Weeks passed and nothing was heard from the Council again. They kept on monitoring the approaching fleet, watching the red stain on their sensors grow larger by the day. To them, it was a slow march to the gallows for the invaders.
But what they didn't know was that they were the ones being monitored
Deep within the lead ship of the approaching armada, in a chamber where light refused to exist, a screen projected a distorted feed of the Concordat's region.
Standing beside a throne was a figure that looked less like a living being and more like a reanimated corpse.
"Those fools," Zero clicked his tongue. "They are really choosing to ignore us."
"It seems like they have underestimated us one more time," the Queen replied quietly, her eyes closed as she cycled energy on her throne. "We must be thankful for their hubris. It makes the path clearer."
