C1395 Not of My Race!

Upon hearing Seventh Brother's words, everyone's expressions shifted involuntarily.

"If what Seven has said holds true, then this so-called support could very well be a trap devised by the enemy," Old Eight remarked, his face contorted with concern.

Just then, a flurry of figures streaked across the distant sky.

Noticing the commotion, everyone looked up and were instantly struck with terror