Plainview had won. In this dimension, he won. He succeeded in colonizing and monopolizing the entire cosmos. The Gods, every galactic alliance, every fully developed world live under his dominion. He was the
Eros held his hand over the ark on his chest. It was silver, Khiavarhan silver. The silver of his home world. It was in the mines of Khiavahr that it could be harvested, the purest and cleanest silver known
Eros stood once more holding the sphere, his golden burning wings folded over his muscular crimson flesh while he found himself deep in thought. The sphere itself presented him with many visions, of the past, the
*Eros held the sphere in his hands as he sat in his room. The ice that gripped his flesh formed, broke, and reformed as he studied the orb. Turning it over from hand to hand, he breathed deeply and prepared. “This
For too long, we have gone unheard! We, who shape just as much of this world as those around us! We, who have given just as much of our life and those that have lost their lives needless for the sake of this
Echoes. Terrible echoes. Screeching. What is that screeching? The voice. Listening. Hearing. More screeching. Talons creek against the glass wall of consciousness. Memory. Memories. So many memories. Who am I?