บท 288: Need A Hand? (1)

If the appearance of Giholos were bad news, the Xyrans were like some fucked up shit. They ruled over a better part of the galaxy, trampling over the forces of a puny planet like Earth was something they wouldn't even bat an eye on. 

Several more pods shot out of the Giholo's dipping ship. However, Ashton had a feeling not all of them would have been successful in making it out of there. Even out of those pods, most of them were shot down by the Xyrans. 

The Giholos were just as shocked to see the Xyrans as Astaroth was. Those fuckers had no reason to be here, then why were they there? It couldn't be possible they were there for Seraph's crystal just like the Giholos were, could it?

Thousands of questions were running inside Astaroth's head, but he knew staying there and trying to find those answers would only end up in his death. He needed to ensure Ashton's safety first and foremost. If he got into their hand, then it was game over for him.