Emperor Typhon did not feel he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Throughout history, how many victories of the few over the many, of the weak over the strong, came from the stronger side taking the enemy lightly?
How many originally weak factions rose up on the "gifts" handed to them by other powers?
If that woman who can control enemy Mecha is really aboard the Enterprise, then no matter what other fleet they send, they still won't escape destruction.
And the Mecha in those fleets would just become weapons the enemy can use against him.
Emperor Typhon had no intention of becoming the glorified logistics captain of this era.
Even a tiger uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit—let alone in a situation like this.
With that thought in mind, Emperor Typhon headed straight to the Typhon's hangar with his adjutants right after the war council ended.
"You're here."
Looking up at the towering Mecha before him, a line of words suddenly sprang up in his mind.
