Amberridge State...
More than a dozen figures flew northeast at incredible speed, excitement written across their faces.
If they secured that crystal core, their Patriarch would undoubtedly reach peak Tier 47. Then he could overpower the other races and make them the undisputed rulers of their world.
Just as they were imagining that glorious future—
Shnk.
The quiet sound brought the entire group to an abrupt halt.
They turned back in horror.
The clansman at the rear had been impaled through the head by a spear. His eyes were still wide open. He had died without ever knowing what hit him.
Shnk.
The spear was pulled free, revealing a figure who immediately fled into the distance.
"You're dead!"
The aliens flew into a rage and raced after him, their faces twisted with fury.
They rapidly closed the gap, but just as they were about to catch him, the figure suddenly vanished.
"Where did he go?" The group stopped and looked around.
