"Me?" Tatehan asked.
What the fuck?
The word hit him like a brick. Lead an army? Against that? He stared at the screen, watching the video replay from the beginning. Workers in advanced armor floating through the air, welding massive beams into place. Weapons mounted on the skeletal structure—he could see them now, plasma cannons the size of small vehicles, energy turrets that tracked movement with precision.
This army of the obscuron had more advanced weapons than the Red crest clan…
Well, he hadn't seen the Red crest clan weapons but he was pretty sure the people hovering in the air, building a fortress had more advanced equipments.
From what he even knew, fortress were built in space, the base of a powerful villain or something like that.
But a fortress above the city of the waython hollow. This was… diabolical. That could put an end to a lot of lives.
