MetaHe sat, cross-legged, at the end of the jetty. The sun settled upon the horizon of the Obsidian Sea like a top hat. During the summer solstice, the Caelum sun shone for two days before ceding to darkness. It was only now beginning to rise. A crisp breeze tickled his cheeks while the roar of the surf provided the background music. He always came to this spot to meditate, and reflect on the hard decisions which had to be made. His fingers formed a steeple underneath his chin while he contemplated the consequences of the hardest decision he ever had to make. The decision to attack Earth was not made lightly nor was it easy. His precognitive abilities allowed him glimpses into who Corvus was and what his plans were for the Consortium. Once those plans were revealed, he felt better about hi
