Young Sector one hundred one - Deep beneath one of Verilion's mountains Sakaar sat motionless upon his knees, his posture straight and regal, his hands resting perfectly on his thighs. His breathing was so faint, so utterly restrained, that even the most sensitive ear would hear nothing at all.
Yet despite the silence, he was by no means asleep. There was an energy - an unseen force - stirring around him, growing heavier with every passing second.
Something was happening, something entirely beyond the realm of ordinary comprehension. DOOM - a deep, thunderous pulse rippled through the air.
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