Alone he sat on his vast ornate throne.
His seven foot tall muscular frame sat ramrod straight. His eyes closed, belying the restless mind that replayed the montage of debauchery, death and destruction his Trimadian warriors hurled against the Indigenous Universe rebellion forces and the Palarians.
Naturally his fierce Trimadians had dominated. However, the price was high as he had lost his 2nd in commandthough he refused to believe he was dead. Frustratingly, his normally acute senses, including sensitivity to changes in the life force were, for want of a better wordstifled.