MAGNUS.

  Oh… Magnus.

  Look at what has become of you.

  What you have ALLOWED to become of you…

  “Huh? Urgh… Ugh…” Magnus grunted as he started to reawaken from being knocked out cold by Tatm’s brutal pummeling.

  “You were once one of the most respected and feared beings in the whole Known Universe… AND NOW LOOK AT YOU. A lowly… WRETCH,” hissed the venomous voice of Decider Braako, Magnus’s former ‘second-in-command’ and fellow crixan, who went insane with power and had to be broken by the World-Breaker on the war-torn battlegrounds of planet Voltaira two cycles ago.

  “Huff… Huff… Urgh… Leave me alone,” Magnus ordered through pained grunts and groans as he tried to find the strength to push his battered frame back up to his feet.

  “Oh, I gladly would, but I’m still seemingly forever cursed to this thracking realm… ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!!” Braako’s ‘restless life-force embodiment’ raged at his destroyer whilst he watched him struggle to stagger upwards. “Do not play me for a kroone, Magnus! YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO THAT YOU CANNOT FEEL PAIN FROM THRACKING MORTALS!!!”

  With Magnus now standing back up on his feet and keeping his balance by leaning up against the back of the tavern, Braako continued to sear, “We are gods! GODS!!! And your showing of ‘mortal vulnerability’ is grandly disrespectful to us all!”

  “All?” Magnus repeated as Braako stared bitterly at him. “There be no ‘all’ anymore, brother. You and the others… Apollex, Medo, Draex, Rayven, Tristin, Kai, and Xan… YOU’RE ALL DEAD.”

  “ANORA,” Braako uttered, causing Magnus’s eyes to widen. “You did not say her name.”

  Magnus did not respond… Causing Braako to smirk devilishly.

  “What? Hast thou forgotten her???”

  “I know what you trying to do… And, as with everything that you did when still drew breath, Braako… YOU HAVE FAILED.”

  Braako now glared intensely as Magnus chose to continue on with blatantly ignoring him as he limped off towards his dwelling to turn in for the night-cycle.

  _

  “Why do you stay here… Upon this wretched and cursed stretch of soil and rock???” Braako’s sourly asked Magnus after the World-Breaker had returned to his small, close spaced dwelling, which was located just on the outskirts of the Psyranium Mining Colony Village. “You could go anywhere in the Known Universe… ANY-THRACKING-WHERE and yet, you stay here… IN THIS RAXX-HOLE.”

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  “You know why,” Magnus huffed as he finished sealing up his facial wounds with Medi-Healing Gel in the tiny bathroom portion of his dwelling. “To keep a low-profile. Voltair may no longer be in power and his empire has since been dissolved, the bounty on my head STILL remains ‘active’ in the Drift-Blader, Hunter, and Assassination Guilds all across the ‘Verse. This is the grandest place to stay hidden. THE ONLY PLACE.”

  “Ah, yes… THE GRAND LIAR’S BOUNTY. You know, there be one way to free yourself from the price that thracking skogger Voltair put on your head, Magnus: YOU COULD BREAK THEM. You could break all of the raxx-eaters who kroonishly wish to end your wretched thracking life-cycle! Tis would be so thracking--”

  “NO!!!” Magnus thundered towards Braako in a voice that rattled the whole dwelling.

  Now facing the life-force embodiment of his former second-in-command, who had pale, pasty white skin, thinning and ratty-looking graying black hair, cold and palen blue eyes of a dead man, and bloody ripped and torn flesh that looked as if it had been ‘patchworked’ together.

  “There he be… THE BREAKER OF WORLDS,” Braako smirked as Magnus glared at him with eyes that were glowing with bright, stark white light energy.

  “Do not call me that,” Magnus firmly ordered as his eyes returned to their normal, baby blue color. “I am no longer that fiend… THAT MONSTER.”

  “No… YOU ARE NOT. Instead, you have allowed yourself to be like a mortal. To be HUNTED like a mortal. You and I both know that this ‘game’ cannot go on forever. Later… OR SOONER he shall reveal himself to the galactic masses once more. And when that fated day-cycle comes… THE BREAKER OF WORLDS SHALL CARVE HIS NAME ACROSS THE STARWAYS IN BLOOD.”

  As Braako began to laugh maniacally, Magnus turned away from him in disgust and annoyance.

  “It shall not return.”

  “HA-HA! You say that now… But what happens when you lose control? What happens when your emotional level destabilizes and you end up breaking things again???”

  Whilst Magnus continued to ignore the apparition whilst he prepared a small dinner for himself before bed, Braako continued, “I saw him tonight-cycle. Whilst you allowed that band of mortal skoggers to beat you to a bloody thracking pulp, I saw that ‘look’ in your eye. THE LOOK OF THE BREAKER.”

  “I shall not slip,” Magnus stated as he retreated from the recess of his kitchen’s Refrigeration Unit with a bowl of nearly expired cuts of Zcuuvyn Meat in grasp. “I shall not allow my emotional level to break away from its baseline. I am in control, Braako… FULL CONTROL.”

  “Are you now??? Well then… If you are so ‘mentally stable’ then why in the starblazes are you talking to a ghost? HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!”

  With anger filtering his grizzled, bushy bearded face once more, Magnus looked away from Braako again and retreated to his small, dark Bedding Chamber.