"...And support is exactly what you shall receive." Marlik spoke with a strange smile that never seemed to leave his face, a smile so relaxed and natural that it felt almost out of place within a conversation concerning wars, empires, and the movement of countless fleets across entire sectors of the universe.
Beside him, both Zargul and Darvion exchanged glances for a moment, silently communicating thoughts neither of them cared to voice aloud before returning their attention to that terrifying face once more, as though afraid that looking away for too long might cause them to miss something hidden beneath that calm expression.
Marlik the Butcher...
