None of the humans knew the intricacies of what had happened. The events at the military camp. The betrayals. The appearance of the Zorvan colonel.
But they didn't need to.
Because every single person in the human domain understood one thing with terrifying clarity:
Death and carnage were coming.
Those words echoed across the cities and sectors, sinking into bones, shaking souls.
To the people, the Vampyros alone had been a death sentence, a bloodthirsty and predatory race with the power to end them all.
But now it wasn't just them.
The Dimensari.
The Dragons.
And the Vampyros.
Three apex races.
Three juggernauts.
Each one capable of annihilation on their own.
But now allied, declaring war simultaneously.
They were screwed.
When the news broke, time seemed to stop.
People froze mid-step. Conversations died mid-word. Even the wind seemed to still.
And then… the weight of it hit them.
The dread. The realization.
