"What?" Silas finally stopped searching for an escape route and looked downward in disbelief. "What do you mean the war is over? What are you—"
Before he could finish, his pupils suddenly expanded to their limits.
A message had reached him directly from the planet spirit.
A black vessel had descended upon the surface of the Holfa Empire's capital, landing on the very planet he had painstakingly refined, nurtured, and perfected over millions upon millions of years… and now—hundreds of black wasps were rampaging across the planet's surface, attacking everything without discrimination!!
"How… how is this possible?!" The shock was unmistakably etched across Silas's face, his composure shattering completely.
"Didn't you ever learn not to reveal your planet's gift unless you want it to be found, you dog Silas?" Aro placed his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly, his voice overflowing with delight and vindictive joy.
