The call had come in the dead of night.
Mors sat at the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the tablet displaying the encrypted message while the other ran through his slightly tousled hair.
The Supreme Commander's voice was sharp and direct, Zergs had appeared on the frontline again, but this time, something was wrong.
Reports stated that the creatures were stronger, and more coordinated, as if they were evolving beyond their usual monstrous instincts.
Athena, having been woken up by his shifting presence, leaned against the headboard, her golden eyes glowing softly in the dim light. "You're leaving, aren't you?"
Mors exhaled heavily. "The Zergs… Something's changed. The frontline soldiers are struggling, and we can't afford a prolonged war."
She sat up straighter, a familiar determination settling in her gaze. "Then I'm coming with you."
