It was time to implement the final phase.
Fishing a multi-tool out of his pocket, he tapped a button to open a communications channel. “Do it,” he said.
Telixa sat in her office, watching the battle and trying to soothe her growing sense of unease. Her people were doing well. She should be proud. What she felt instead was a sword blade hovering over the back of her neck. She had been worrying so much her stomach began to cramp.
Was it the incoming Leyrian armada? They would be here any second. With twice as many ships to deal with, her forces might be overwhelmed. Hastor should have prepared for that. He didn’t seem to notice or care. Did he think the new shields made him invincible? They gave him an edge, but they were not insurmountable. The Alosians had already taken out three battle
