“What is?”
The Inzari didn’t summon a hologram or any other visual aid. Instead, he forced an image directly into her mind. Two groups of Leyrian ships gathered around an ugly, beige moon, those at a higher altitude firing on those below. The latter group seemed to be protecting something on the surface.
Protecting Ragnosians…
“They were supposed to kill each other,” the old man said.
Isara swallowed, fear welling up inside her. Sweat broke out on her forehead. “The experiment can be salvaged!” she insisted. “We have adapted to more extreme deviations from the plan!”
The old man considered that.
For the first time in over a century, Isara feared for her life. If the Inzari decided that she was no longer useful to them…
“You were correct,” the old man said at last. “Craxis has failed
