It took several seconds for Charles's frantic, strained thoughts to respond, the mental voice laced with the sounds of explosions and shouting. 'Boss! Thank the Goddess! He's dead, right? The big one? Please tell me he's dead!'
'He's handled,' Adrian replied curtly. 'What's the ground status?'
'We're barely surviving!' Charles sent back in panic. 'So far, zero casualties on our main forces, thanks to the new tactics. But the creatures are just too strong.
We have over two hundred fighters who are unable to fight already. But that's not even the biggest fear, boss. Based on the pod count, we think this is only their vanguard.
We've deduced that the Garog ship must still have another, larger squad of warriors aboard. The ones sent to us might only be here to probe our strength. I... I'm not sure we can continue if more arrive.'
Adrian processed the grim report. He needed to end this now. 'How many are left below?'
