JohnNichols13
Malice stood at the centre of the courtyard, his gaze fixed on the burning horizon. The battle had been won, but it was only the beginning. Dushkrell would be the first world to fall, but it would not be the last. He tightened his grip on Ashkathar, the weapon still thrumming with the energy of the Rift. The hunger in his chest matched the weapon's. He would not stop until the galaxy itself knelt before him.