PrologueThe Krinar stared at the image in front of him, his hands clenching into fists.
The three-dimensional hologram showed Korum and the guardians approaching the hut on the beach. One of the guardians raised his arm, and the hut blew into pieces, fragments of wood flying everywhere. The fragile human-built structure was clearly no match for the basic nano-blast weapon all guardians carried with them.
The K raised his hand and the image shifted, the flying recording device approaching the wreckage to take a closer look. He didn’t worry that the device would be spotted; it was smaller than a mosquito and had been designed by Korum himself.
No, the device was perfect for this task.
As it hovered over the hut, the K could see the drama playing out in the basement, which had been expose
