On the command bridge of the Ancient War-Moon Fortress, the Blood-Moon Monarch stood with his hands on his hips, his white-streaked crimson hair blowing in the artificial exhaust wind as he stared eagerly at the radar screen.
“Any second now!” the Monarch grinned, baring his fangs at Elder Blood-Eye. “Crag-Devourer has the temper of a rabid volcano! For months, Pei Xuan forced that twenty-foot titan to wear a bright yellow vest and wave little red sticks at farm tractors! Now that my blood-beam snapped his Rank 8 Gravity Collar, he must be tearing the Moon Roundabout into pebbles!”
“And what about Phantom-Blade Ghost King, Your Majesty?” Elder Blood-Eye asked, wiping cold sweat from his forehead while making sure his robe didn’t brush against the plastic-wrapped captain’s chair.
“Ghost King is even more ruthless!” the Blood-Moon Monarch laughed coldly. “He is the proudest assassin in the star belt! Pei Xuan dunked him in glow-in-the-dark green paint and made him roll white lines down a bridge! Now that his dantian is unsealed, he will surely slaughter every road worker on the Great Whirlpool Bridge and bring me Pei Xuan’s head on a platter!”
Across forty-nine planets, nearly two hundred billion citizens were watching the giant golden 49-World Civic Live-Stream Sky-Screens floating above their town squares.
