HOVERING DOWN ON THE GROUND BEFORE THE MAIN ENTRANCE to the grounds of the Royal House of Voltair was Magnus… THE BREAKER OF WORLDS.

  Still adorned in his tattered blood and debris stained garb, the last son of planet Crix glared at the Holy Emperor’s ‘Grand, Golden Dwelling’ behind the gilded gates that protected it.

  Then, in one swift instant, Magnus busted through the main entrance gates with a burst of telekinetic energy.

  Once the gates had been blasted open, Magnus proceeded to ‘quaintly’ walk down the long golden pathway that led up to the main staircase which led up to the main front doors to Voltair’s Palace.

  As the World-Breaker walked he was immediately accosted by the heavily armed and armored Knight forces that the emperor had personally ordered out there to ‘protect him at all costs’ whilst he was preparing to travel ‘off-world’ in search of a ‘safer planet’ that was far away from Magnus’s devastating reach.

  Little did he know though that there was ‘no planet’ that was ‘far away’ from Magnus… NONE AT ALL.

  So, as the heavily militarized forces of the Voltairan Empire primed up their energy weapons to fire upon Magnus, he used his ‘breaking ability’ to absolutely decimate them. ALL OF THEM. One after the thracking other.

  With each step that he took, more and more of the emperor’s Armed Forces broke apart and down into ‘dark, ashy dust’ as Magnus kept his glowing sights locked on the Royal House Voltair.

  No one even managed to get so much as a single energy shot off on the World-Breaker as he destroyed everything that ‘once’ occupied and guarded the palace’s main courtyard.

  At the end of his long walk, Magnus had decimated all of the grand emperor’s remaining militarized/armed forces with ‘effortless ease’… Leaving Voltair totally unprotected.

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  “Oh thrack… OH THRACK!!!” cried out one of the ten Voltairan Knights who had personally been assigned to protect the emperor whilst he prepared his things for an immediate departure off-world.

  “What is the disturbance?” asked one of the other Knights.

  Pulling away from one of the Emperor’s Private Chamber windows, the latter Knight turned to his kinsman and said, “Tis… Tis the Oath-Breaker. He… He…”

  “He what? For thrack's sake, man… Spit it out!” a third Knight snapped.

  “He killed them… All of them,” the first Knight uttered in total shock. “He killed all of them.”

  “What?” the second Knight huffed in confusion.

  “Killed all of ‘WHO’, Soldier?” the third Knight asked the first.

  “The ground troops,” the first Knight shivered. “The Oath-Breaker killed all of the ground troops.”

  “Huh?” the third Knight then huffed.

  “All of them???” the second Knight asked with his brow scrunched.

  “ALL OF THEM,” the first Knight nodded before gulping. “He’s going to kill us as well, isn’t he?”

  “Only if we continue to squander about in this thracking squalor,” a fourth Knight chimed in whilst carrying a crate of the Emperor’s personal items. “Now come and tread on, men! WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!”

  The three terrified Knights heeded the command of the fourth as they went back to their duties.

  Whilst the ten Knights prepared all of his personal items and objects to be loaded in Personal Astro-Shuttle, which was located in an underground Hangar Bay that resided beneath the southern courtyard area behind his Grand Palace, Emperor Voltair sat upon his Golden Throne.

  A strange look riddled the emperor’s face. A strange look… OF CALM.

  Emperor Voltair kept his icy eyes perched at the main golden doors to his private chamber as his Personal Advisor, Lord Barreth, came fumbling to his side.

  “Your Majesty, how can you be seated at a time like this?” Barreth asked the emperor whilst he remained in a ‘trance-like’ state. “We must get you aboard your Personal Astro-Shuttle before…”

  “No,” Emperor Voltair uttered, causing Barreth’s wrinkled brow to scrunch.

  “No?” Barreth then proceeded to huff.

  “NO, BARRETH,” Emperor Voltair thundered sternly. “I shall not run from the Oath-Breaker Magnus. I shall not hide from him. I shall remain here, sitting upon my ‘Royal Throne’... AND AWAIT FOR HIM TO COME TO ME.”

  Eyes widened now, Barreth said, “Emperor… Alixandr… You cannot stay here a milli-cycle longer. None of us can. If we do then…”

  “The Oath-Breaker shall destroy us. Yes, Barreth, my old friend. I know… BUT WE CANNOT ESCAPE HIM. No matter how far we travel, or ‘where’ we travel to, Magnus shall find us… AND ‘BREAK’ US.”

  Barreth continued to stare at the emperor in shock whilst he concluded drearily, “Tis only inevitable, I am afraid…”

  KA-BLAM!

  RAINING DOWN through the roof and ceiling of the Royal House of Voltair Emperor’s Private Chamber was…

  “MAGNUS,” Emperor Voltair uttered sourly as he glared up at the World-Breaker, who slowly floated downwards to ‘greet’ him.

  Upon touching the floor with his bare feet, the still ‘glowing eyed’ Magnus glared directly at the wicked Royal Head of the Voltairan Empire as the Knights, at first, stared at his ‘glowing vessel’ in total shock and disbelief.

  Quickly shrugging off their ‘jaw dropped’ expressions, the Knights went to bring up their Pulsar Auto-Rifles and were about to fire upon Magnus, but they did not even get to wrap their index fingers around the triggers.

  SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER!

  SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER! SPLATTER!

  With use of his telekinesis, Magnus locked onto each and every single one of the ten Knights’ armored heads and caused them all to explode, one after the thracking other.

  As the Knights’ now ‘headless’ bodies all fell down on the emperor’s Private Chamber floor like dominos, the only people who were left in the room were Magnus, Voltair, and Barreth.

  Quickly dropping down to his weak and bony knees, Barreth desperately pleaded whilst holding up his arms and bowing to the World-Breaker, “MERCY!!! PLEASE, GALACTIC DECIDER MAGNUS, HAVE MERCY UPON MY WRETCHED, CURSED LIFE-FORCE, I BEG OF YOU!!!!”

  While Barreth continued to bow and plead for his life-cycle, Magnus looked down upon him with his glowing eyes and glared.

  “Galactic Decider,” Magnus huffed in an ‘echoey’, ‘god-like’ tone of voice. “Tis something that I am no longer.”

  Turning his glowing sights on the emperor now, Magnus gritted, “I AM ONLY THE ‘BREAKER OF WORLDS’ NOW.”

  Emperor Voltair gave Magnus an ‘unimpressed’ stare as Barreth continued to bow to him.

  “LEAVE,” Magnus ordered down at Barreth, confusing him grandly.

  “Wuh-What?” Barreth trembled in a fearful tone.

  “LEAAAAAAAAAVE!!!!!” Magnus roared at Barreth, sending a ‘rattling sensation’ through his frail, old vessel.

  Quickly staggering up to his feet, Barreth wasted no time as he hobbled out of the Private Chamber, leaving the Emperor behind to ‘fend for himself’ against…

  “Magnus,” Emperor Voltair hissed as the World-Breaker continued to glare at him hatefully. “Tis been a long time since our paths ‘crossed’ with one another. A VERY long time…”

  “ON… YOUR… KNEES,” Magnus gritted, causing Emperor Voltair to narrow his eyes before smirking.

  Now snickering, Emperor Voltair asked, “Heh, heh… Excuse me?”

  “ON YOUR THRACKING KNEEEEES!!!!!!!!” Magnus raged as he used his telekinesis to lift Emperor Voltair straight out of his Royal Throne and throw him down to the Voltairan Knight blood covered floor.

  As Magnus now kept the Emperor ‘kneeling’ before him with the telekinetic force of his right hand, he used his left hand to telekinetically levitate the Royal Throne high off of the ground.

  Then, upon closing his left hand into a tightened fist, Magnus managed to crush the Royal Throne of the Voltairan Empire down into the size of a mere ball.

  KA-TINK!

  That was the sound that the ‘Throne Ball’ had made after Magnus used his telekinesis to drop it down before the still kneeling Emperor’s tightened face.

  Emperor Voltair glared at his crushed Royal Throne whilst he asked, “Urgh… Wuh-What have you done? Ugh… Urgh… WHAT HAVE YOU THRACKING DONE?!?!”

  “I have brought an end to your CURSED reign!!!” Magnus blared as the grand emperor continued to grunt and growl beneath his telekinetic hold. “For countless cycles you have made me and my former fellow CRIXANS traverse all across the Galactic Sector to ‘decide the fates’ of planets and their indigenous populations… ‘GRAND AND INNOCENT’ PLANETS AND THEIR INDIGENOUS POPULATIONS that you so WRONGLY claimed were ‘allies to the Kren’... BUT THE KREN NEVER EXISTED! DID THEY?!?!”

  “Urgh… Thuh-They DO exist, you kroonish thracker!” Emperor Voltair raged as Magnus kept him under his hold. “Urgh… Ugh… You and… And ‘the others’ fought them your… yourselves! AGH!”

  Brow lowered, Magnus snapped, “NO! NO, WE DID NOT! What we ‘fought’ were prisoners… YOUR PRISONERS who you condemned against their wills to life-cycles of ‘pain, torment, and suffering’ inside of ‘living armored suits’ that you christened as ‘the Kren’! The truth… The ‘terrible truth’ is that you created the ‘idea’ of the ‘Kren threat’, Voltair… YOOOOU!!!!”

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  The Private Chamber, along with the whole palace, began to rattle and shake for a brief few milli-cycles before returning to normal.

  Emperor Voltair continued to grunt and groan as Magnus angrily spouted, “You stole us from planet Crix! Braako, Apollox, Medo, Rayven, Tristen, Draex, Kai, Xan, and…”

  Clenching his jaw whilst a single tear drop rolled down his right cheek, Magnus continued, “And Anora… You stole us all from Crix… OUR TRUE HOME WORLD when we were just ‘childlings’. We had barely been in this wicked and perverse life-cycle for twenty-four hour-cycles before you and your ‘vile mercenary cohorts’ took us from our true home and brought here to ‘live and thrive’ upon this cursed world… YOUR CURSED WORLD! A world that you STOLE from another long forgotten race of ‘innocent and peaceful life-forms’ that you had ‘transformed’ into the first generation of Kren.”

  Emperor Voltair managed to lift his head upwards just enough to meet fiery glances with Magnus, who stated, “Now, I know why you did what you did, Voltair. I know why you stole us from Crix and made us into your ‘Personal Destroyers’: Conquest. ‘Twas all for the expansion of your wretched, blood-soaked Empire, which has been built upon the breakings of worlds, their indigenous life-forms, and lies… THRACKING LIES!!!”

  Emperor Voltair began to snicker, causing Magnus to scrunch his brow in confusion.

  “Heh, heh, heh… Urgh… Guh… Tis… Tis what you believe, eh? Huff… Huff… Urgh-guh… What you truly believe?”

  “NO,” Magnus growled. “Tis what I ‘know’… WHAT I KNOW!!!!!!!”

  “You know nothing, boy!” Emperor Voltair snapped back. “Urgh… Ugh… You… You think you know the truth; the REAL THRACKING TRUTH, but in all actuality… Huff… Huff… You know nothing… THRACKING NOTHING!!!!!!!!”

  “I know enough. Enough to bring about the downfall of your Royal House and Empire: I found your ‘secret’ prison. The one that you had ‘hidden’ beneath the City’s ‘Scrap Zone’.”

  Voltair’s eyes widened as Magnus continued, “Upon entering it, I discovered the ‘unbelievable and unspeakable’ horrors that you put all those innocent, grand life-forms through day-cycle after day-cycle, night-cycle after night-cycle… AND CYCLE AFTER THRACKING CYCLE!!!”

  “Huff… Urgh… I did not put them there, World-Breaker!” Emperor Voltair blared.

  “Huh? What?” Magnus huffed.

  “Urgh… I said that I did not put them there. Urgh… Ugh… You and your fellow thracking ‘Crixans’ did. Heh, heh…”

  Magnus’s eyes then widened whilst the ‘maddened Tyrannical ruler and world/race conqueror’ snickered, “Heh, heh, heh, heh… YOU DID, MAGNUS… BREAKER OF ‘THEIR’ WORLDS. Heh, heh… ‘Twas you who put them there in that prison. Heh, heh, heh… Ha-Ha! YOU!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AGH!!!”

  “URGH-GAAAAH!!!!!!” Magnus angrily roared as he telekinetically lifted the emperor back up.

  Making the Emperor strike a ‘T’ pose with his telekinesis, the World-Breaker slowly started to pull apart his limbs and head away from his badly beaten body.

  Whilst Magnus kept the emperor levitated before himself he seared, “YOU MADE US WHAT WE ARE! WHAT I AM! YOU MADE US!!!!!!!!”

  “Urgh… I did nothing!” Emperor Voltair grunted down at the Breaker of Worlds. “I kept your powers; your TRUE POWERS locked away by having your emotional levels ‘stabilized’ at baseline! Urgh… Guh… ‘Twas you who ‘unlocked’ them, Magnus… YOU! The others ‘broke away’ from their baselines because you did it first! Urgh… Guh… Their deaths, along with the deaths of the trillions of life-forms that you destroyed in your decade-cycle long span as a Galactic Decider; MY GALACTIC DECIDER are on your hands! Urgh… YOUR THRACKING HANDS!!!!”

  As the grand emperor let out a cry of pain Magnus just glared up at him.

  The World-Breaker remained shockingly silent as Emperor Voltair looked down at him through all of his pain and anguish.

  “Urgh… Go on. Gugh,” Emperor Voltair grunted out, catching Magnus off guard. “Urgh… Guh… Go on. Huff… Huff… End my life-cycle.”

  Magnus scrunched his brow as Voltair continued, “Urgh… Tis… Tis why you are here, is… is it not? Urgh… Ugh… To… To KILL me? To… Urgh… Guh… To make me PAY for my ‘heinous crimes’ against all who you have ‘destroyed and imprisoned’? Ugh… Gugh…”

  As the emperor continued to groan and cry out in pain Magnus kept the telekinetic holds that he had on his limbs and head tightened.

  For a moment, the Breaker of Worlds was about to give what the emperor wanted and end his ‘cruel, wicked, and wretched’ life-cycle… But he did not.

  “No,” Magnus croaked, causing Emperor Voltair to look at him in confusion.

  Scrunching his brow, Emperor Voltair grunted, “Huff… Huff… Urgh… Wha-- AGH!!! OOMPH!”

  Falling down to the ground on his face, Emperor Voltair cursed as Magnus stood over him with his fists clenched and eyes still no longer glowing.

  “NO,” Magnus restated as the Emperor began to push himself up to his knees. “I shall not give you what you want… ALIXANDR.”

  “Urgh… Why?” Emperor Voltair grunted. “Ugh… Urgh… URGH… WHY?!?!”

  “Because… TIS WHAT YOU WANT. What you have wanted since I ‘unlocked’ my true powers and learned the ‘terrible truth’... YOUR TRUTH. I shall not give you a ‘way out’ of this.”

  Emperor Voltair now glared hatefully at Magnus, who said whilst tipping up his head, “Go on. Get back on your feet, Alixandr… YOU HAVE BEEN BEATEN.”

  “No… NO!” Emperor Voltair said whilst shaking his head from side to side erratically. “I have not been ‘beaten’! I STILL LIVE, YOU THRACKING KROONE!”

  “Yes, you ‘still’ live… And as long as you do so you shall remain BEATEN BY ME. You see, Alixandr, to ‘end your life-cycle’ would be an ‘easy way’ for you to escape all of the crimes and ‘treacherous endeavors’ that you have committed and pursued. Knowing this FULLY is exactly why I shall ‘spare’ your cursed thracking life-cycle… EVEN THOUGH YOU DESERVE TO DIE it shall not be by my hand. No ones shall. Never again.”

  Looking downward now in sadness, Magnus said, “My time for ‘taking life-cycles’ and ‘and breaking worlds’ has FINALLY ended.”

  While the ‘former’ Breaker of Worlds looked down in sorrow, Emperor Voltair rose back up to his feet.

  “Coward… You be a thracking ‘coward’, I say!” the emperor shouted in Magnus’s ‘war-weary’ face.

  “Call me whatever you wish… For I do not care. Not anymore,” Magnus stated coldly. “You are free to go and do whatever you wish… BUT KNOW THIS: Your Empire is gone. Your world is gone. Your ‘royal title’ and all of its ‘wondrous splendors’ are GONE, Alixandr…. VOLTAIR.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Outside of the walls of this palace are countless FREE life-forms who you had WRONGFULLY locked away in your supposedly ‘well-hidden’ Prisoner Pits. Now, I am MORE than certain that they would all GRANDLY attest to the accursed fact that you had them ‘secretly imprisoned’ beneath the city’s surface all this time without anyone knowing… BUT YOURSELF.”

  Emperor Voltair’s eyes then widened as Magnus edged, “Now, Alixandr, I want you to ask yourself this question: Who shall the grand life-forms that populate other civilized worlds in our sprawling Galactic Sector believe once the truth; the REAL TRUTH escapes off-world? Yours… OR THEIRS???”

  With the FORMER Emperor of the now ‘officially destroyed’ Voltairan Empire looking like a scared, little ‘childling’, Magnus, who kept his watery eyes locked on him, said, “GO.”

  ‘Alixandr’ now looked upon Magnus’s gaunt, cut up, bruised, bloodied, and dirtied face in confusion as he continued, “Go and NEVER return. You have been beaten, you thracking monster. As long as you live you shall forever know that ‘one of your grandest… AND WORST creations’ defeated you by allowing you to still ‘breathe life’... EVEN after learning of all of the ‘horrible atrocities’ that you solely permitted and committed. NOW GO. Leave this world… BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND DECIDE YOUR FATE.”

  Realizing that Magnus was serious with his words, Alixandr did not respond. He merely ‘nodded’ as a few frightened teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

  Backing away from the World-Breaker, Alixandr quickly fumbled off to the secret elevator that was hidden behind his unlit fireplace.

  Accessing it by way of a secret control panel box that he had built into the top of his desk, Alixandr watched as the fireplace converted into a golden elevator car.

  Once its golden doors had slid open, Alixandr quickly ‘scurried’ inside of it like a xuulod whilst Magnus watched him with soured eyes.

  Turning around with his back pressed up against the elevator car’s southern wall, Alixandr went to close the golden doors shut, but not before giving Magnus one final look.

  As the two mortal enemies, ‘creator and creation’, stared off with one another, Alixandr gave Magnus one last hateful glare before the doors closed shut and the elevator car immediately lowered.

  Having now beaten the former Emperor of the Voltairan Empire, Magnus took a moment to lower his head and contemplate his recent actions.

  Whilst Magnus thought over his choice to let the former emperor escape ‘unharmed’, a familiar voice said to him from off to the side, “You should have extinguished his life-force, World-Breaker.”

  “Jaiya,” Magnus gasped as he turned his head to the right to see the ‘ghost’ of the little Crixan girl who he killed at what seemed like a life-cycle ago.

  Standing before a knocked over and opened crate of the former emperor’s personal belongings, Little Jaiya glared at Magnus whilst she continued, “You should not have let Voltair escape, World-Breaker… YOU SHOULD HAVE ‘BROKEN’ HIM.”

  “No,” Magnus denied. “I shall not ‘break’ anymore. I am done with… ‘breaking’ things. ALIXANDR CORVINUX VOLTAIR HAS BEEN BEATEN. His armies… DECIMATED. His Empire… DESTROYED. The Voltairan once known as ‘the Grand, Holy Emperor’ is now only known by his true ‘commoner’s’ name and has nothing but the ‘clothes on his back’.... AND THE GRAND FEAR OF CAPTURE AND DEATH IN HIS MIND AND HEART. He is now the ‘MOST WANTED LIFE-FORM’ in the whole Known Universe. That is ‘far grander’ than just merely ‘ending his life-cycle’.

  “You STILL should have not allowed him to escape, World-Breaker. On this day-cycle, Emperor Alixandr Corvinux Voltair was meant to ‘die’... NOT LIVE.”

  “Matter, it does not. TIS OVER, Jaiya. My MISSION is over.”

  “FOR NOW,” Little Jaiya stated suspiciously as her ‘spiritual’ form immediately disappeared into ‘thin air’, leaving Magnus puzzled, confused… AND CURIOUS.

  With Little Jaiya leaving the ‘opened crate’ in her ‘faded’ wake, Magnus looked down at it.

  Limping over to the crate, Magnus looked into it to see something that he had not seen since the night-cycle he first fled from planet Voltaira.

  Residing inside of the opened crate along with several of his other own former belongings that the former emperor had confiscated from his Private Chamber back at the now decimated ‘Grand Galactic Deciding Temple’ was the stuffed toy doll named ‘Janx’ that had once belonged to Little Jaiya before her ‘breaking’.

  Eyes widened, Magnus latched onto Janx with his telekinesis and brought up to his hands.

  Looking down at Janx, Magnus felt a rush of sadness and guilt grip onto his heart as the thunderous sound of Pulsar Engines blared from up above him.

  Raising his head upward now, Magnus looked out of the hole that he had made in the ceiling and roof to see that former emperor’s Personal Astro-Shuttle, piloted by Voltair himself, had already taken off from its place down in the underground hangar bay and soared off up into the cosmos.

  Glaring at the Astro-Shuttle as it swiftly broke through the Voltairan atmosphere, Magnus raised his emotional level just enough to cause his eyes to start glowing bright, stark white again.