Elara's hands trembled slightly as she dialed Mors' optical brain, her mind still replaying the battle with the level 5 Zerg. The moment he answered, she wasted no time.
"Mors, we have a serious problem."
On the other end, Mors' image flickered to life, a holographic projection of him appeared in front of her, his golden hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just woken up.
His sharp, oceanic eyes narrowed. "What happened?"
Elara took a deep breath. "High-level Zergs have started to show up in crowds, blending in with people. I just encountered one in the capital."
Mors' expression darkened instantly. "That's impossible. Zergs aren't capable of that kind of disguise unless…"
"Unless someone's been engineering them," she finished for him.
Silence stretched between them. Then, Mors exhaled sharply. "Are you injured?"
"I'm fine," she said automatically. A sharp glance from Lawrence, who stood beside her, made her sigh.
