Everything had gone wrong so fast.

You, a foxian and Moze were supposed to check on Hoolay, the last Warhead Brood Lord’s condition and ready him for transport back to the Yaoqing on behalf of your General.

Now, the lord who enslaved your kind thousands of years ago, is free and he and his bosirin minions have taken you hostage. His voice is deep and gravelly, echoing in the prison.

“Lowly beast, muster up that pitiful tongue of yours and plead for what remains of your life. Speak up.”