Drake sat alone on the grand throne of black obsidian and crimson stripes, overlooking the cluster of galaxies that now answered to him.
The Ineffable Tyrant.
He was silent for a long time, his black eyes distant as he stared into the void.
Then, quietly, almost to himself, he began to speak.
"…I removed the weak.... Culled entire civilizations... caused entire galaxies to crumble... all because they were unworthy." He said as his voice was flat without much emotion at all.
"This cluster…fifteen hundred years of hard work, my domain where only the strong remain."
Since the day Drake left the army, his rank had blazed forward with each conquest he undertook. Anytime he conquered, he would grow...
And by now his strength had risen up to the level of the rest of his siblings, Peak Star Union.
His power however, it was not the only thing growing.... or that had rather, changed.
His philosophy, wonder what the meaning of power was.
