"Why…?"
Across countless planets, mortals screamed as their minds nearly collapsed.
Why had Dreadborne chosen to act now?
The fact that they still stood, unharmed while the Federation had fallen spoke volumes about their strength.
It was gut-wrenching.
But who could they blame but themselves for their weakness?
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Over at Dreadborne…
"Right, people are already watching… so let's give them a show," Nephem said as he stepped forward.
Junie followed behind him, while the remaining Dreadborne leaders stretched their bodies, preparing for battle.
"You are a newly formed power… I've always wanted to see how strong a force not under us could be," Marken said as he walked forward.
He wasn't alone.
The other Forefathers, nearly fifty of them stepped out, ready to face this mysterious organization.
Hollowind and the others had been strong…
But to the Forefathers, they were still lacking.
Not enough.
But Dreadborne?
They had heard the rumors.
Now, they would see the truth.
