Defiance of the Fall 6 (Defiance of the Fall, #6)

by TheFirstDefier

“Having a pseudo C-grade Monarch makes a force C-grade. Having a true C-grade Monarch, no matter how weak, makes the force Middle C-grade. Having an elite Early C-grade or a weak Mid C-grade makes the force a High C-grade force. Finally, forces with at least Mid-grade C-grade warriors and strong foundations are called the Peak C-grade forces of the Zecia Sector,” Ogras snorted.

“Rubbing some salt in the wound.” The demon snickered. “Never forget to kick your enemies when they are down.”

The Lord was calling him, so what was he doing underground? He needed to welcome His arrival and offer obeisance. Zac slowly got up to his feet, but his whole body suddenly froze as he was startled awake.

“You’re right, I need to harden myself.” Kenzie sighed before she looked down at the scorched spot on the grass. “I’m sorry. But those who move against the family will have to pay the price.”

That still was a pretty long time for an errant spurt of energy, just a fragment of whatever Thea carried inside her body. Zac could actually sense that very same power in her eyes, as her piercing blue eyes had gained an undeniable sharpness to them. It looked both dangerous and mesmerizing, and Zac found himself almost lost in that deep blue.

The furious war machine of the Zhix had once again awoken to face the threat of the Dominators, and not a single soul would be spared.

There were a lot of bodies of his fallen enemies stored in Cosmos Sacks. They had the potential to create a group of elites that might be able to rival all the geniuses in his force. But the time wasn’t right.

“Wait,” Zac said as he took out a slab of grilled meat, digging into it like a voracious animal. “What? You’re hungry?” Emily asked with confusion. “You had grease on your face when you left your compound as well. Are you a pig or something?” Thea looked on with confusion as well, whereas Billy’s reaction was much more straightforward. He sat down himself and produced an even bigger slab of meat, happily joining Zac for a travel snack.

Something was growing inside him. Each kill was another building block, each battle setting the foundation. He was building a bridge toward the Heavens with the corpses of his enemies.

[Spiritual Void – An omnivorous mind tempered by the primordial void.]