Dren Voluun moved through the giant corridors with a smile.
He looked like a human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with short black hair combed neatly to one side.
His sharp jawline and narrow eyes gave him a quiet intensity, even when he wasn't trying.
The long coat he wore—dark gray with thin silver lines running along the sleeves—swayed slightly with each step.
He stopped near a wide archway where a red crystal glowed faintly above the entrance.
For a moment, he looked up at it, his smile unchanged.
"Finally, we can have the Heavenbreaker and create a True Berserker," he muttered.
The Alliance believed this was the Creator blessing them.
They might've not been able to end the Loved One Of Space, but they found a Heavenbreaker instead.
'Though, it's weird how we can't find anything about that Heavenbreaker at all. If only we could find what kind of Fate Ward he used to hide his Fate, we could be able to dismantle the Ward, and find all there is about him.'
