"You have better things? What could you possibly have to do on Verillion, a planet torn apart by centuries of war? I apologize, but we do not have resorts here." Darvion tried to stay calm, but the edge of anger leaked through unmistakably. To him, everything unfolding was an insult - no, the greatest insult he had suffered in tens of thousands of years. Yet his survival instinct forced him to listen to the end; the battle's reversal in a matter of minutes made every word a matter of life and death.
".My men have already spread out to search for a secure area and to begin building an underground city; you must have heard." Sakaar replied indirectly.
"When we finish, I want you to instruct the corpse-collection teams not to burn the bodies but to bring them to the city gates and leave them there."
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