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Archangel
| | Posted on Friday, February 21, 2003 - 01:32 am: | |
If changes in space-time were audible, their passage would sound as the ripping and tearing of fabric.
If space-time were visually perceivable to the human eye, their wake would appear as a charred and barren wasteland.
And if one could feel space-time, their mere touch would be excruciating.
The Pfhor could not stop them. The S'pht could not stop them. The Defenders stranded in M64 could not stop them. Even the Jjaro, with all their technology and wisdom, had only been able to slow their advance.
Wherever they went, reality bent and shifted - fractured and tore. Planets cracked, strands unwound, and life as one knew it was no more.
It was approaching. The time was coming where he would be the only thing standing between them and the innocents.
He could not fail.
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