They hadn't even had the chance to transform into their true forms before being killed.
Their corpses fell straight to the ground.
Even in death, they remained in their human shapes—these alien species retained whatever form they died in.
Amalia's gaze bore into Valen. "If this happens again, it won't just be two of your men who die."
A shiver ran up Valen's spine.
In that moment, he had the terrifying realization that if this human wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as crushing an insect.
"Let's go." Amalia turned around and left.
Without sparing a glance at Valen's reaction, Amalia gestured for the battle-hardened Rafael and Duan Yao to return to the hovercar.
As the vehicle lifted off, it left behind only a scene of devastation and a deathly silence.
The three guards clutched their aching chests as they struggled to rise.