When Hedrick heard the news, he let out an enraged, guttural scream that echoed through every corridor around him. No one could tell whether that scream burst out because of the devastating news itself, or because of the relentless bodily curse tearing his insides apart day and night.
But deep within, beneath all the anger and pain, Hedrick saw the fragile structure of his dreams collapsing like a dying star.
It had been obvious from the very beginning that the Galaxy of the Cursed Behemoth and the Galaxy of the Savage Behemoth had only been waiting —patiently, hungrily— for any excuse that would allow them to increase their involvement in Middle Sector 101.
