Two days had passed since my meeting with Xeron. In that short time the situation across the seventy-two bases had stabilized faster than I expected.
My summons were constantly moving between the bases, appearing and disappearing like shadows across the galaxy. Ragnar, Knight, Lyrate, and Ash had taken my orders quite literally. Anyone who came even remotely close to investigating the bases was warned once.
If they stayed, they died.
Word spread quickly when entire scouting groups vanished without a trace. Because of that, the surrounding space had grown eerily quiet.
For now.
I floated high in the skies of Abor, the cold wind brushing past my face as I looked down at the empty city below. The massive streets, once filled with Hollow Star personnel and traitors working with the Eternals, were now silent. Every last one of them had been captured during the takeover.
