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"…and. The. Human. Sieges. Are. Composed. Of. Mediocre. Means. Of. Attack, Your. Excellency," a male arakai droned on about the real-time war intelligence reports compiled by the intelligence web of the invading force. "They. Have. Been. Unable. To. Inflict. Any. Damage. To. Our. Ablative. Breachers."
The male arakai remained bowed before the hammock of the resting Divine Mother.
—o-o—o couldn't hide the contempt she felt for the weakling humans. She sneered at their attempts at breaking the powerful battering shield array that commenced the invasion into human civilization.
"Their. Paltry. Weapons. Can't. Even. Scratch. Our. Prothanite!" She click-laughed to herself, her pincers slamming against each other in amusement.
