Young Belt - Planet S-one Sakaar sat before the mouth of a narrow cave, his massive frame resting lazily against the rough mountainside. At first glance, he looked utterly at ease - his thin lips pressed shut, his breaths measured and even, his body unmoving as if carved into the stone itself.
His horns, which jutted outward from where his eyes would have been, gave his face an inscrutable quality. Normally, no one could guess what stirred in his mind or what moods weighed on him.
But today, that inscrutability faltered. His three hearts pounded together like war drums in his chest.
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