The Minotaurs thought of the Human race as pathetic, subservient beings—menial laborers and cannon fodder used by many races across the galaxy. As a race with no powerful backing, humanity was considered an afterthought, a blight of weakness across the galaxy.
Captain Joran broke the silence: "Admiral, are you sure this isn't a misidentification? How can Humans be this powerful? Even with the ancient knowledge, how could a race like them absorb such a vast cache and build a fleet like this—a fleet we can't even hold a candle against?"
"Those are my thoughts as well," Thorax agreed, skepticism battling his rage. "Given the limits of the Human race, even the inheritance of the Great Ones shouldn't be absorbable. We, a race superior in both strength and intelligence, haven't been able to fully unlock the Feather Race archives after millennia. How could a race with a limited lifespan, originating from a region devoid of mana and thus cultivation, absorb it and build this fleet?"
