As the battle raged on for almost an entire day below, I began to feel weary. Jewel had begun setting up multiple positions where she could start creating bio forms on the fly, but the fighting was still slow.
When the entire planet is one gigantic defensive structure, inside and out, with billions of defenders and no innocent civilians to devour, things get a bit more grindy at the start with greater casualties.
Jewel could feel my unrest and was both concerned and flattered. The fact her mate wanted to help her, protect her made her feel good in so many ways that she did not have time for right this moment.
The thoughts Apollo had about entering the planet were a little worrisome though. I don't know how he expected to survive crashing onto the planet from within a hollowed out moon, but she respected his creativity and decided to somewhat go with his plan, even though there were no moons in the vicinity.
