The aftermath of cosmic violence possessed its own terrible beauty, a silence that stretched across the void like a held breath waiting for the universe to remember how to exhale!
Marshal Korvain Ashfall floated amidst the debris of his shattered expedition, his enhanced physiology struggling to maintain coherence against forces that had rewritten the local definition of survivable trauma.
Blood wept from wounds that transcended physical damage, while one eye had become a crimson pool that refused to clear despite his body's desperate attempts at regeneration!
His golden suit, forged from the compressed matter of a dead star, bore cracks that leaked stellar fire into the vacuum around him.
Yet as he gazed upon the moon-sized horror that had brought annihilation to everything he had known, his remaining eye held no surrender.
