Kraxus was down. He was crumpled in a fetal ball, tail tucked under his body, as the biodroid sucked the energy from his wounds. He was dark, limp, inert, more like a giant rubber suit than a monster-god of destruction.
The sun peeked over the horizon, and the world was still. Dawn of the last day.
The Apocalypse. Judgment Day.
The first last rays of morni…
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