"Oh? Not bad," Bloodveil's eyes gleamed with a savage light. Finally—fresh meat. And it was heading straight for him? Talk about walking into the lion's den.
"Get us over there. Now."
"On it!" the zombie underling responded, quickly steering the Bulk Freighter toward the target.
...
Deep in the jungle, the Lizardfolk Chieftain was leading his people in a desperate rush, following the direction Ethan had pointed them in. He'd said there'd be a "surprise" waiting.
But what kind of surprise?
Before he could dwell on it, the light around them suddenly dimmed. A massive shadow swept across the treetops, blotting out the sun.
"Uh…"
"What the hell is that?"
The Chieftain froze like a startled animal, throwing up a hand to halt the others.
They all looked up, eyes wide with disbelief, as a hulking shape descended from the sky, casting a long, ominous shadow over the forest floor.
It was a human aircraft—but not like any they'd seen before.
