Prey

In Eldoralth, it was rare, if not impossible, that a paragon had been killed.

Paragons were world-class resources. People whose worth was immeasurable. They were living weapons, worshiped like kings.

A paragon's rampage was enough to cause irreparable devastation, flattening cities and destroying the lives of millions. Because of this, battles between paragons were almost unheard of.

Both parties were aware of the consequences. They knew what would happen if they were allowed to rampage. And because they rarely fought, they rarely ever died in battle, at least not by the hands of the planet's inhabitants.

However, all of these facts had just been shattered into bits and pieces.

A paragon had died.

And it hadn't been just any paragon, it had been a paragon of a superior race. One of the truly strong.

The loss to Eldoralth as a whole was immeasurable.