Young Belt – Planet S-1
"....."
Sakaar sat before the mouth of a narrow cave, his massive frame resting lazily against the rough mountainside. At first glance, he looked utterly at ease—his thin lips pressed shut, his breaths measured and even, his body unmoving as if carved into the stone itself.
His horns, which jutted outward from where his eyes would have been, gave his face an inscrutable quality. Normally, no one could guess what stirred in his mind or what moods weighed on him. But today, that inscrutability faltered.
Ba-ba-ba-doom
His three hearts pounded together like war drums in his chest.
Outwardly, he appeared calm, unmoved, detached. Yet beneath that still surface, his blood churned, and something heavy gnawed at him. Slowly, almost reluctantly, his head turned downward, his attention sliding toward the sprawling city that clung to the base of the mountain.
