CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It had been a long time since Bolt had last seen Graalix. The Pokacu alien had been the commander of the Pokacu army which had invaded Earth about a year ago now. Even before then, Graalix had been the only survivor of the first Pokacu invasion which happened sixteen years ago now, having survived by hiding underneath the Atlantic Ocean where no one could find him.
The last time Bolt had seen him, Graalix had looked quite dead. But the Pokacu who now stood in the doorway of the conference room looked more alive than ever. He wore thick steel armor which shone in the light, while his red eyes glowed from within a spiked helmet that covered his head. He was slightly taller by about a foot or so, with two long blades at his side. His muscles rippled underneath his armor and
