CHAPTER 462877 Nosferan swarmship
Nosferans around me hissed and a ripple of rustling wings and hissing spread out around me as if I had been thrown into a pool.
Drac rose beside me. For a moment I thought he would try to drag me back down, but he raised his arm as well, showing off a matching tattoo.
“We must address the conclave,” Drac said, his voice carrying over the disturbance.
Down below the Flight Leader stared up at us, nostrils flaring rapidly. “For what reason?”
I pointed at the non-organic. I said, using Standard trade language, “We have dealt with the treachery of these beings. There are questions to ask.”
The conclave quieted around us. They still wanted whatever counted as blood in the non-organic, but the possibility of answering questions wasn't lost on them.
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