The scene was apocalyptic.
There was no denying it. Every time the shocking manifestation of Judge Zerrion Draal moved, it stirred terrifying winds that rolled across miles of sky.
And when his massive hands collided with the titanic constructs forged from sunlight and moonlight, the reverberations of those impacts cascaded across the skies, felt by all.
Now, while serpentine chains burst from his back, seeking to sever anything they touched, and flaming suns thundered from his six hands to rain judgment upon all below—those watching from afar were filled with awe…and questions.
Inside one particular warship, Overseer Jackson and Dr. Shaw stood side by side, surrounded by Andromeda Sentinels.
Jackson's expression was troubled as he turned toward Dr. Shaw—another Transcendent Human of this glorious Colony. No, was it the Kingdom of Neon now?
"Is it true?"
His voice held uncertainty. As if he already knew the answer but needed to hear it spoken aloud.
