"Where is your partner?" Nick asked Khaic, a wild grin forming on his face.
Khaic was silent against this question, feeling no obligation to answer the ant. Instead, he took 1 look around the town and nodded his head in approval. This level of destruction was far more than just acceptable.
It was just as the Queen had been told—once the upstart Progenitor was mentally destroyed, they would have the greatest weapon of mass destruction to ever exist.
Watching the indomitable figure approach him silently, Nick took in his physical attributes. The Bloodknight wore heavy armor. From head to toe, he was covered in some thick, ethereal armor that definitely wasn't homemade. In between the joints, Nick took note of all of these chinks.