Imposter

It was a tough journey back to Zion.

The fact that they were chased down by some mad beasts that wanted nothing but to tear them off because they intruded into their territory even after fleeing dozens of light years did not help.

Even with Isadora helping out, he faced a rough time.

They flashed past the exploding spaces, leaped away from shattering stars and brushed dangerously close to some nasty black holes.

"I, I don't like this." Varian panted as he collapsed on an asteroid.

His engulfed arm and leg had already regenerated but the gray space power continued to act on his body, trying to gnaw him like a ferocious beast.

Isadora sat beside him with a tired expression. But relatively, she was much better off.