They came in all shapes and sizes.
Some were small, barely larger than a human, darting ahead of the main force in loose, scattered groups like swarms of insects.
Others were the size of Mechas, five meters, ten, twenty, their humanoid bodies moving in tight formations through the darkness. And some had abandoned humanoid shapes entirely, reshaping themselves into strange, unfamiliar forms that Naysha had never seen before.
There were long, sleek bodies built for speed, broad, armored shapes bristling with weapons, and twisting, many-limbed shapes that looked built purely for fighting in the empty void of space, with no thought given to anything else.
And then the display shifted again, and the room went completely silent.
Near the center of the advancing force, surrounded by the others like a king surrounded by its guard, was a single Mekharan that dwarfed everything around it.
"That one," Helmar said quietly, "is forty meters tall."
Nobody in the room spoke.
