— A few minutes ago, On another side of the Planet —
The continent stretched out before the Supreme, almost barren and deadly quiet. He, on the other hand, stood tall, having just arrived at this location. He was scanning the terrain around him, looking everywhere in this landscape.
30,000 Reptilian Warriors stood behind him, their breath held in collective silence, waiting. It was not the sight of an enemy that made them stand still, but the bitter taste of retreat.
They were muttering amongst themselves about how things had gone, how they, the Reptilian Clan with so much history and glory in their past were forced back by a bunch of apes they had raised with their own hands. Their pets had bitten their owner's hands. How disgusting.