While the continent of Samarkha was about to undergo marked changes with recent happenings, it was not the only race to do so.
In North Acherialis, a council of tekvores had convened within a large conference hall with many a seat. The walls and the ceiling of the hall were laden with glowing circuits that illuminated the hall with a bright light.
And yet, it was unable to disperse the darkness that hung in the atmosphere.
The air was heavy.
The expressions on the cyborg faces of the various tekvores were intense.
Grave.
"We must find a way to deal with this crisis."
They were not referring to the giants mobilizing most of their population underwater, they didn't give a damn about what those primitive primates did. They weren't even too concerned about the environmental disaster of the Great Void Ocean boiling and growing more toxic by the second.
No, the crisis that drew their attention the most was one within their own continent.
Within their own species.
