War with zyr

Mordin felt the weight of the world. Whose shoulders would it rest on if not his?  His brethren dieing fighting an unkillable enemy, broke his heart.  He thought that once galan was in charge the isle would be reasonable once again, but alas he appears just as foolish as Atrayu. Maybe more so, releasing zyr is much worse than anything Atrayu had done.

It had forced him to align with Malekite.  While the agreement was very profitable he still had reservations.  Malekites strength was failing.  Khan seemed to be outsmarting him at every turn.  Malekite remained convinced he could kill zyr whenever he wanted and just wanted to properly prepare.  That preperation seemed to mean drawing all his strength to city 01 to protect the golemns.  And left mordin again to fight alone.

He was not left entirely empty handed.  He had traded his knowledge to further perfect the golemns for them mass producing soliders of his design.  The golemn sentinel was a work of perfection.  Like a beholder with seven stalks all casting a different defensive or offensive spell along with their inherent mobility and immunites turned the course of the war on the blood isles.

Though that victory maybe short lived, the empress with her short sites obsession issued and edict to turn over the golemns or be destroyed.  She forced his hand...it was he that suggested to malekite using the spirit bomb to level andrel.  He would not be struck first.  They would be too busy rebuilding to worry about him.  The attack would rightfully be blamed on the golemns and malekite and that is where her fury would go.  He could focus on defeating vegeta.

He held on to hope, even if it was a fools hope. He would save the world alone if he must.