Yet even as he gave the order, confusion gnawed at him.
Why had his master demanded such a hasty withdrawal?
The Dark Faction had endured countless battles, but never had Zohona ordered retreat so abruptly.
Zomb’s thoughts raced back to the report he had sent, the meteors, the devastation, the spell that had erased thousands in an instant. A chill crept down his spine.
He whispered to himself, almost unwilling to believe it:
“Could it be… that?”
Zomb’s mind churned as he withdrew toward Moontoon City. The image of the meteors lingered, burning in his thoughts. Why had they fallen? Why now? There had to be a reason, something deeper than mere chance.
Yet no answers came. Only the weight of his master’s command, and the gnawing suspicion that the Sage’s prophecy was unfolding bef
