Dron couldn't shake the feeling that something much worse was coming.
The Uspanx warriors leaving didn't give him any relief it only amped up his anxiety.
Was this what he was going to have to get used to if he chose to remain a leader?
As if the people around him were really giving him a choice in the matter.
Dron squeezed his hands together in a fist and forced himself to exhale. There was nothing that he could do about the plans the Uspanx may have for them in the future. All he could do was focus on what was going on right then.
Right then, Dron had to figure out if the ships were still seaworthy. How many of the soldiers and other passengers needed help, and if they'd lost any important supplies in the attack.
