The air in the strategic command center in the Kandrian Empire was dire.
The atmosphere was ashen with reckoning.
Reckoning of the outcomes of the battles.
The three successful defenses of the Panama Continent were not enough to compensate for the doom they experienced in the battle with the Martial Sages of human civilization.
The Emperor of Harmony gritted his teeth as his expression crumbled with grave severity as he gazed at the satellite and radar feeds on his screen of West Panama.
His golden eyes sharpened as he gazed at the rough images of a rapidly forming formation and structure on the coast of West Panama.
It was a colony.
A colony of the evolutionaries.
The invaders that came from the Moridia Continent had been identified by showing their images to Plasmanator, the name of the captured tekvore.
What they had learned about the evolutionaries from the captured tekvore was chilling.
"Beings who follow the Path of Adaptive Evolution."
