A Fatal Expedition
Garrick gripped the Milliasaur in his fist of steel. The foe writhed in his grip, before the electrodes drove his hand shut. The flailing beast’s neck spurted blood, bone fragments…
Reborn
Eplasseal stepped with lithe strides—with silent tact—moving to the accordance of a hunting predator. He was within a spined suit of white power armour. A crimson tunic hung from the…
Byzantium
‘…I already explained that I don’t have that.’ Said Mazrodros through clenched teeth. ‘I’m sorry, Incubi, um…’ replied the slave behind the desk.‘Mazrodros.’‘I’m sorry, Incubi Mazrodros,’ continued the slave, ‘as I’ve…