The Vinctalin Legacy Book Four

Benjesrial was alert to all the data scrolling through its amber screens. Deep in thought, running a talon down its jaw, it attracted the attention of its Deputy.

Quietly the second in command offered, ‘The Protectors of Humanity were destroyed by a Vinctalin engineered virus more than fifteen thousand years ago.’

Benjesrial looked across to Kesvisirel’s screens. ‘How reliable is that knowledge?’

‘Ninety-eight percent.’

Benjesrial did not get to the top of the Hierarchy by trusting ain a ninety-eight percent probability.