"Hyper-advanced, logic-driven humans," Vexia repeated, her fingers already flying across her runic console, pulling up every scrap of data the Arbiter device provided. "That is a dangerously vague description."
"It means they're smart, they're organized, and they don't believe in magic," Gorok surmised, his amusement fading into a grim analysis. "They will see our greatest strengths as primitive superstition. That will make them arrogant. And arrogance can be exploited."
Prince Matthias studied the image of the Terran cities. "Their technology is centuries, maybe millennia, ahead of anything we possess. Our soldiers have swords and shields. They will likely have weapons that can turn our cities to glass from orbit."
The strategic problem was immense. They were a medieval fantasy world, albeit one with magic, about to face a futuristic science fiction empire.
