Page 87 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
A heavy silence fills the room.
All eyes are on Nov.
He stays still, fists clenched, jaw tight.
Then slowly, he rises, ignoring the guards shifting around him.
“Enough,” he growls, his voice deeper, harder than I’ve ever heard it.
I barely recognize him. This isn’t the Nov I knew.
This is something else—someone else.
Darker. Larger. Unshakable.
“Yes, Danuk. You’re not dreaming. I am Lord Noviosk. Former master of Vagantu. The one everyone thought was dead.”
A ripple of shock moves through the room.
Even Felone steps back, caught off guard.
I stay frozen, barely breathing.
Everything I thought I knew—every story I believed—collapses.
Nov wasn’t some stray survivor.
He wasn’t a helpless man I rescued from the deadly waters of Vagantu.
He was a lord. A commander. A warrior.
And more than anything… he must know what happened to Logan.
“You took advantage of my fall to steal what was mine. My empire. But look at me…” he says, voice rising like thunder. "I’m still standing!"
Danuk smirks—but his eyes darken, sharp as blades.
“Now this is getting interesting… The fallen king, hobbling in on a cane, back to claim what he failed to protect. Wasn’t it you who once said: ‘He who loses his throne never deserved it’? That weakness justifies the fall? Ironic, isn’t it?”
Nov lifts his head, eyes blazing with fury.
“Shall I remind you? It wasn’t you who defeated me. It was the Confederation’s squadrons who razed Vagantu. And it wasn’t your soldiers, but the jaws of a Krakelodon that nearly killed me. If I’m here now, it’s not because you bested me. So don’t strut on that throne like you conquered it. You just picked up the scraps left behind by others. And now you parade me around—chained, wounded, surrounded by five of your goons. There’s nothing glorious about that.”
Danuk narrows his eyes, then murmurs, almost to himself,
“Truths…”
I’m paralyzed.
All those times I tried to learn more about him… all those questions that went unanswered.
I thought he carried wounds too deep to share.
But no. He lied to me. He hid who he truly was.
“You must’ve laughed at me,” I whisper, my throat tight.
“Sam, shut up. This is really not the time,” he snaps, not even glancing in my direction.
