"When's that gonna be?" the Lizardfolk Chieftain asked, clearly confused.
"Another day or two," Ethan replied casually.
The Dreadnought-class Starcruiser was massive—so massive that its speed was sluggish. Reaching Xenorift was going to take some time.
"In the meantime, you guys should find somewhere to lay low," Ethan added.
The Lizardfolk Chieftain nodded quickly, clearly relieved. He'd already been thinking about bailing—there was no way they could stay at the Clan Stronghold. That place was a death trap now.
But the whole of Xenorift was under the gods' watchful eye. There weren't many safe places left.
"Sir, where should we go?" the Chieftain asked, lowering his voice.
Ethan paused, thinking it over. Yeah, this in-between period was risky. Best to find a scapegoat—someone to take the heat if things went sideways.
Then an idea hit him. His gaze shifted toward the border between the mainland and Necroterra, toward Eastreach.
"That way... there's a surprise waiting."
