"Wench, you dare!!" The Governor of Fallen Rock City, Xe'ar thundered with tangible rage.
His body crashed through the ceiling of the office and appeared in the sky above the city. Soul power wildly fluctuated around his body, as his enraged eyes stared at the fleet of spaceships before him.
A tinge of surprise and caution appeared within Xe'ar's heart as he had never seen such a large fleet of working spaceships before today.
Usually, one or two spaceships would be found crashed into the planet's surface each of which was incomparably precious for the planet's residents. Each known crash would evoke large battles and wars between the major cities.
As for the unknown ones…it was not known. Each city would carefully hide this news, keeping it as a form of a trump card. After all, more crashes meant more advanced technology falling into the hands of the inhabitants.