Chapter ThirtyElzaria's smile stretched from ear to ear. The streets of Thage had become a charnel house, littered with the burning, smoking remains of dozens of Elzorath. Not far away, to the east, flames licked the sky as several buildings continued to burn.
Be strong, my puppet.
Strong? she thought. I am stronger than I've ever been, and yet we are no closer to fulfilling our quest then we were before!
She felt the being's anger grow. She expected a tirade to ensue inside her mind, threatening to rend her brain inside her skull, but the flare soon subsided.
Our enemies are on the run. They are powerless against us. Even this alien is no match for you now.
Elzaria gazed upon the downed hulk of the alien ship, now surrounded by Vandans who eyed it with awe and trepidation. In the dis
