Chapter 147: Secret Meeting
Floating spore sacs adjusted their direction as they descended slowly. Tiny holes opened around the membrane of the air bag module, venting hydrogen gas from within.
Finally, a spore capsule containing Morgan landed quietly on the lawn before one of the palace’s buildings. It swiftly contracted into a small ball and fell to the ground.
Morgan ignored it, knowing other units of the swarm would handle it shortly.
This was the entrance to the Queen’s study. Morgan was well-acquainted with this place, where the Queen reviewed governmental matters each night. In the early days of her reign, she often invited him here for advice.
For a moment, Morgan was lost in thought.
It was only a few days ago that the Queen had sought his counsel in this very room. Yet after a brush with death, time felt like it had stretched endlessly for him.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. As the heart of the palace, the area should have been heavily guarded. Yet Morgan stood boldly for some time without being questioned or triggering an alarm.
Lying haphazardly in the nearby corners, both lit and shadowed, were numerous Ratfolk guards dressed in combat attire. They had not abandoned their posts but had been preemptively neutralized by the swarm.
All were still alive. This mission was to forge an alliance; demonstrating a show of force was sufficient—there was no need for unnecessary bloodshed.