Most men often dreamed of fighting in gigantic battles of valor and glory. It was the male equivalent of girls wishing to fall in love and meet dashing princes on white horses.
It was a universal dream and feeling across all eras and cultures. Something every man could connect with. And right now Elian's blood burned so hot it would consume an entire forest.
Why?
Elian and the Weapons were about to embark on a suicide mission. One in which they were not sure if they could ever come back from.
He was to kill a world ending evil that butchered not one but several galaxies. A being so powerful he couldn't even comprehend.
Yet, he felt no fear.
No.
Despite the odds stacked against him, all he felt was an electrifying excitement that could not be put into words.
It may have been because of the mood or just shock from his latest transformation.
