As the armada made its triumphant return, the base was alight with celebrations. The air was filled with cheers and the collective relief at their leader's safe return was palpable.
Aldred, though greeted with the warmth of his people, knew there was little time for rest. The information brought to him by Vortimer about Zelthrax's secret weapon weighed heavily on his mind. The war against the demonic forces was far from over.
In the midst of celebrations, Vortimer approached Aldred, his metallic frame reflecting the flickering lights of the celebration. The joyous atmosphere did little to mask the gravity of his message. "Aldred, while the return to our stronghold is a momentous occasion, I must press upon you the urgency of the information we've uncovered," Vortimer's voice, though synthetic, carried an unmistakable urgency.