Maker of Weapons, User of None.
How did he get here? To this position Tytannis now found himself in on one knee in front of the director who changed his life, turning him from a half breed, into a monster of monsters. His mind was working replaying the events in his mind.
“Dreadclaw class Chimerian acknowledges the presence of one. Director Shade, head of project Chimerian.” He spoke his voice shaking, as he dropped to one knee.
“Your perfect weapon has returned… Father.” The words were autonomous, a hunger grew within, his slave turned acolyte watched with blind eyes.
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