Zyvander Drake Angelus sat in his dimly lit chamber, the flickering holograms of planetary reports casting eerie shadows across his sharp features.
His golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he scrolled through the latest intelligence reports on Asenus.
A twisted smirk curled on his lips as he leaned back into his chair, fingers drumming against the polished surface of his desk.
"The Zergs have finally begun their infiltration," he mused, watching a projection of a dark alley in the heart of Asenus where humanoid figures with unnatural movements lurked in the shadows. "Perfect."
His trusted aide, Veyron, stood before him with a disciplined posture, awaiting his command.
"Your Highness, the level five Zergs have successfully assimilated into the population. So far, no one has detected their presence, but..."
He hesitated slightly before continuing. "It seems Lady Elara discovered one and survived."
Zyvander's smirk faltered for a moment before he chuckled.
