[Somewhere on a Feran planet]
Ragnar moved forward with long, confident strides, his massive frame rushing through the corridor with ease. Despite his pace, the two Ferans accompanying him struggled to keep up, their shorter steps quick and hurried as they stayed close behind.
"Lord General, thank you so much for your help in closing the rift," one of them said breathlessly. He looked like a strange mix of man and rabbit, his long ears twitching slightly as he spoke. "We had sent so many requests to Ferados for support, but none ever came. Another two years and we would have been completely wiped out by the Eternals."
Ragnar let out a loud laugh, the sound echoing through the hallway.
"Hahaha, don't worry, kid. There won't be any Eternals left for you to worry about soon," he said, reaching down to pat the shoulder of the barely five-foot-tall Feran with a heavy hand.
