Xathah and his team landed on earth, their spaceship descending down. They had already received the distress signal from Grand Elder Ami. The Oreos had somehow infiltrated and cloned a section of the guards gaining access to Earth's location. They had outsmarted them. Ami stared into the distance, his mind racing, heart pounding so hard so he had to punch it a couple of times. If word of this gets out, the King will have his head. Do everything you can ...to bring her here safely, l am counting on you, he squeezed out the last word as though he was saying his last words.
They exchanged worried glances, their faces tense with concern. The news had just come in: the Oreos had breached Earth's defenses and were spreading their sinister virus, turning the planet's inhabitants into mindless zombies.
Xathah's expression was grim. We were supposed to get to the Chosen One before they did, he growled, his voice low and urgent. Now, it's likely too late.
The team's anxiety was palpable. They had been tasked with retrieving the Chosen One, a powerful being with the fate of the galaxy in her hands. And now, the Oreos were one step ahead, using their virus to manipulate and control the population.
One of the officers, a burly man with a stern expression, spoke up. Sir, we can't let them get their hands on the Chosen One. We have to move, now.
Xathah nodded, his jaw clenched. We will not fail in our mission. The ship's engines roared to life as the King's men sprang into action, their determination renewed in the face of disaster.