They deserved to die, but earned the respect to live.

Foul is the price of failure, but all must remake itself into their own image.

This was always the Prime's task.


A thousand worlds should die for this. A desolation of epic proportions.

This feeling has no words. No end.

A favorite son perished. Now begotten.

King disperses his court and allows a single tear to rob the soil of its bitterness.

It burns through eons and it will last for externiantials.

He could end them now.

True King closes this chapter and goes on to more meaningful things.


For those who like beginnings. For those who like to start somewhere. Beginnings of the beginning