Page 83 of Scorching the Alien Empire
A sight that ignites anall-consuming rage.
Princesa.
Her lifeless body lies before me, carved open from navel to neck. Her once-beautiful face twisted in a grotesque mask of suffering. The cruelty inflicted upon her—unspeakable, yet written across every inch of her ravaged form.
The message isclear.
Submit, or die. Surrender, or suffer this fate.
I kneel. Not in submission, but in a silence deeper than the void.
My fingers brush her ruined face.
A whisper escapes my lips—something between a prayer and a curse.
This entity has made a huge miscalculation.
I do not feelfear. I do not feeldespair.
No.
Inside me, somethingerupts. A fury hotter than this vision ofdestruction, hotter than thepurple sun of Klendathor.
“I AM THE WAR CHIEFTAIN!”I roar, somethingsnappinginside me—an explosion of wrathonly bloodroot could match.
“ALL BOW BEFORE ME! INCLUDING YOU!”
Theheat inside me grows, my verysoul alightwith rage.
“I WILL TEAR YOU APART! I WILL RIP EVERY CIRCUIT, EVERY WIRE, EVERY MOLECULE OF YOUR EXISTENCE—AND CAST YOU INTO THE VOLCANOES OF SCARN!”
Suddenly, I ambackin the endless void.
But now—there islight.
Afire.
I am that flame.
I am the light.
“Anomaly within. Spark of creation,” the ancient voice murmurs through the blackness. “Aberration.”
“I WILL SEAR YOU TO ASH!”I seethe, a descending inferno of hate.
And then, I see it—
The entity.
Amassive sphere of darkness, untouched by my light. It watches. It waits. Like ablack hole, ringed by my divine fire.
But it will knowpain.It will knowfear.
Isurgetoward it, my flameslashing, expecting resistance—expecting to burn its cursed surface.
But instead—
I passthroughit.
