Epinephrine's Rage

Prologue

46 years ago,

Planet of Bulwark, The former sentinel of the Great Cranian Empire and the closest naturally habitable planet to Crania. But now it was directly under the dominion of the Alliance formed with the four independent empires as associative powers to the empires. Although it is called an alliance, it had its own sovereignty. And the leader was the supreme ruler of all subjects within the alliance's grasp.

It was almost midnight. The whole capital of Bulwark was silent. From above, the vast city seemed to be alive due to the luminosity of the lights, but not a single soul was roaming around the city. Only the tree branches were moving by the mild wind. Citizens were terrified and scared so much that they locked them inside their houses, apartments, or whatever building they got close to. No one even dared to go outside. It was a planet's capital, but no defense force was there. The center point of the city seemed to be the brightest among all lights around the city. The infrastructure, monuments, gardens, everything around the king's palace was on blazing fire. All the places were flooded with blood and bodies of the king's guards. Thousands of corpses were on the crimson-red surface. The large symbolic banners hanging from the walls were burning into ashes. People were screaming inside the palace with horror. They were terrified. Slaughtering was still going on.

When there were no more lives to end, the slaughterers, bathed in blood, began to leave the periphery like a pact of hyenas. After that, a complete silence devoured the whole city. The night got even darker.

From a distance, people were peeking through the window by removing a little side of the curtain. They were staring towards the center of the city. Suddenly, they observed a colossal light emission at the center of the city. After a few seconds, they heard a massive sound of explosion, and the enormous city trembled along it. Then a gigantic mushroom figure appeared extended to a few hundred meters in the sky from the surface. People felt the shockwave filled with destructive rage. Window glasses broke and dusty wind rushed inside. Citizens were screaming everywhere as the explosion shook them with tremendous fear of death.

When the mushroom figure disappeared, everything within a half-mile radius was all gone. A tremendous circular spherical hole appeared at the center of the city. Countless lives were all gone with a blink of an eye. The air felt very heavy, and the burning smell made people's breathing harder. Praying to God was the only thing they could do then. And sleep became an unimaginable thing that night.

There was a rich, dominant king's regime, but what remained was only dust and ruins.

The horrific night passed like this, and the dawn came. Reddish lines appeared on the horizon. The whole night, the citizens were in horror, as if the angel of death had been haunting them all night. When the sunlight touched them in the early morning, people were thinking that the nightmare had ended. Everyone looked through their windows, and they saw only rubble in the middle part. They experienced the most devastating scenery of their lives.

But no civilian lost his life because the impact zone was only the King's court area. And there was a good distance between the court area and the civil city.

In the clouds over the capital, a gigantic interstellar warship fleet spreading an area of 25 square kilometers was floating still. In a big room of one of the ships, the light was dimmed. A man, nearly 40 years old, was seated on a rocking chair in the darkness. He was the present alliance leader who plotted this massacre. A glass of wine in his right hand, looking at the giant hole in the city on a mirror screen with a smile of satisfaction on his face. Fire was in his eyes. He was enjoying the beauty of the destruction because he was the Morning Star of this story he wrote at the center of the city last night.