The stars burned cold above the empty planet. Silence stretched across the wasteland, broken only by the faint hum of dying machines and the whisper of the wind over cracked stone. Somewhere far away, a small moon trembled in orbit, unnoticed by anything alive.
Then, a sound. A crack, a shift in the stillness. From the center of the planet, something moved. Metal scraped against metal. Horns curved slowly, dark eyes opening, glowing purple in the shadow. Khael'Thar was awake.
He rose, his body shimmering with hard, reflective metal. A tail coiled behind him like a serpent, sharp and long, ready to pierce anything foolish enough to approach. One hand twisted, folding and reshaping into a sword, edges sharper than any earthly weapon. His gaze scanned the horizon, calm but full of promise… and destruction.
For a moment, he stayed still. The world lay beneath him, quiet and unprepared. Then he spoke, low and resonant, words that carried across the barren land. "It begins."
He stepped forward. Rocks crumbled beneath his weight. Craters formed where his tail brushed the ground. The air itself seemed to recoil from him. He did not move like a human, and he did not care for their rules. His purpose was clear: to destroy.
Behind him, in hidden shadows, other beings stirred. Half-alien destroyers, like him, had been waiting for this moment. The galaxy had been quiet for too long, and now, the wheels of annihilation would turn once more. Some watched with hunger. Others with caution. All knew what was coming.
Khael'Thar walked toward the horizon, each step a statement of power. Even without fighting, his presence twisted reality. The silence shattered. Mountains cracked. Winds howled.
A low, sharp sound came from his mouth, a warning—or a promise. The galaxy had nothing to prepare it for what was coming. He did not yet know who would stand against him. He did not care.
All that mattered was the path forward, and the destruction that would follow. Every battle would make him stronger. Every clash would reshape the world. Every scream would fuel his growth.
The stars above seemed to dim for a heartbeat. Then Khael'Thar vanished into the distance, leaving the barren planet behind. Soon, life across the galaxy would tremble at the sound of his name.
He had awakened. And nothing could stop what was coming.