The entire room went still.
Even the crizth.
As the space-kraken roared, it quivered with anger. It had been living in captivity. It was free. It would have revenge.
The crizth rumbled in response, but the sound was different than before. It wasn’t the staccato of deep sonar. It was a warning call—frenetic and violent.
The kraken stood in front of the spark…
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