He sighed heavily.
"You really have no foresight," he said. "Making the Nagas your allies in this galaxy would be far more beneficial for you in the long run."
"Of course I plan to do that," I replied.
"But not by giving away something this valuable."
I smirked slightly.
"What you will get instead is our help dealing with your rifts."
Xeron's expression shifted slightly.
"What is a measly headquarters compared to saving millions of Naga lives, General?" I continued casually. "I'll propose that arrangement to your Matriarch."
He blinked.
"Damn it," he muttered. "You do have some brains after all."
Then his expression turned slightly annoyed.
"But you won't be able to meet the Matriarch."
"Why not?" I asked.
"She's gone to the Crimson Zone."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "She too?"
Then I tilted my head slightly.
"By the way… what exactly is this Crimson Zone?"
Xeron scoffed.
"You can go explore it yourself. I have no information about it."
"I think you do," I said.
