Even the most primitive savages have leadership, this White army seemed to do whatever it pleased which in turn made it highly unpredictable.
The generations of forefathers locked in his head all spoke out at once causing him to roll at the Bullrok’s large frame in pain. Half of the voices were screaming instructions the half abuse at opportunities missed. Together they made the sound of a rioting mob.
The pilots of the Monolith were closer enough to witness the Black King in what the assumed was some kind of internal attack and with limited power motored towards his position.
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