Invisible Hand

Prince Xoler, Sage Nevar rested in a spaceship on the outer reaches of the solar system, far away from civilization and the Pala fortresses.

It had been a while and the two recovered from their injuries. But they didn't make any further moves.

In hindsight, the whole incident felt like a sham from the start to finish.

Neither Xoler's strategic studies nor Nevar's military mind noticed the web they landed into from the start.

"Do you think Gor and Mor…"

"No." Sage Nevar gave a strong shake of his head. "They won't die. They're more capable than that."

That was the conclusion from his vast experience of battles and the intuition that grew out of it.

"But they haven't responded to our calls. Even the basic communication channel is cut off. Not unattended but cut off." Xoler's crossed his arms and gripped his elbows tight, as if it was the only anchor that could hold him tight.