"Mr. President, Dad, and Commander Wang, why are you all here?" Tyson asked, his brow furrowed in mild confusion.
The sudden appearance of the three men, their faces etched with a mixture of awe and apprehension, was a stark contrast to the overwhelming power radiating from the assembled figures.
The three men exchanged nervous glances, their eyes darting between the Conquerors and the otherworldly armies that filled the sky. A single thought echoed in their minds:
'Who would have thought Michael knew such powerful figures?'
"Well..."
Amerisa's President, Dennis, began, clearing his throat. He nodded toward the group, then turned to Jennifer and Erika, his expression grave. "We have a big problem."
"What happened?" Erika asked, her voice sharp with concern.
