Damian saw and felt them enter the Cradle of First Flames.
His consciousness spread across every inch of this paradise, awareness painted through clouds above and soil below and vegetation throughout. He felt the first Velociraptor's clawed foot press into sacred earth. He felt the grass bend and break beneath that weight. He felt the tremor of violation spreading through ground that had been virgin moments ago.
And he felt the invaders not care at all.
They trampled blue grass that had sprouted from his Mana without a second glance. They crushed flowers that bloomed in colors belonging to legends. Their Velociraptors tore furrows through soil enriched by rain he had personally released from clouds he personally inhabited. The crimson tide spread across his garden like a stain, destroying beauty with every step forward.
Captain Alex walked at the head of this desecration, those star-filled eyes sweeping across wonders with nothing but calculation and greed.
