With the death of Eleanora and the Monarch, the grudges Michael had formed in the hollow valley had been paid in full.
Upon that realization, he felt weirdly relaxed.
"The felines along with the crew must have already evacuated by the tunnel." He mused, observing the hollow valley.
"Since I don't have to stress about them, why not just kill anything lingering in the chamber while I wait for Ruby and Robert to wake up?"
Given that the only entities he could encounter now would be either leftover cultists, ants, or Hreh'tar aliens. In other words, all enemies… he might as well do a quick cleanup of the place.
After all, with the dethroning of the Monarch, he was at the top. He might as well do what he wanted.
At that moment, Michael's figure blurred, starting to traverse the soil with staggering speed.
ROOOAAAR!
General and Overlord tier aliens still standing after their clash with the ants focused their sight on his quickly approaching figure.
