Deep in the space of the Milky Way Plain.
Four silhouettes converged in the four directions of a white dwarf Star.
“You thought that you could leave me behind?” From the south, a callous voice prevailed over the oppressive fluctuations of the dying Star.
General of the Armies, the commanding tone of the Planetary Battalion stood with the stature of a dignified idol. He had a humanoid build and was ninety meters tall with four crossed arms and two legs that rooted all they stood above, including the white dwarf’s rotation!
His skin was like blue diamond and his short, black haircut devoured all lights. There were no pupils within his white sclera, only a stare that consumed all it scrutinized.
He assumed a coat of silvery, oceanic dyes and boots that were heavier and cruder than they l
