'I need to re-evaluate this place…'
Skullius' guard rose as fourteen figures approached. A part of him was glad he'd told the Stars, Troops and Void users to stay on Amanas until he said otherwise. In order to fully understand the scope of things here, he would gladly exercise his full strength as the Hybrid Warmoth. He wouldn't need to restrain himself if he didn't have to look after his subordinates. As far he'd seen, they wouldn't even be able to compete against the harsh environmental conditions in the Quadrosphere.
The fourteen giants marched towards him. Indeed, compared to Skullius, they were giants, each about three meters taller than him and many times bulkier. That might have been an exaggeration caused by their armour, though. It made the fourteen enemies look like they were clad in a series of silvery-blue, inflated modelling balloons. Their helms were simplistic, spherical, plain, and with a red line cutting across them; a visor perhaps.
