Universal War

Dren Voluun moved through the giant corridors with a smile.

He looked like a human. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with short black hair combed neatly to one side.

His sharp jawline and narrow eyes gave him a quiet intensity, even when he wasn't trying.

The long coat he wore—dark gray with thin silver lines running along the sleeves—swayed slightly with each step.

He stopped near a wide archway where a red crystal glowed faintly above the entrance.

For a moment, he looked up at it, his smile unchanged.

"Finally, we can have the Heavenbreaker and create a True Berserker," he muttered.

The Alliance believed this was the Creator blessing them.

They might've not been able to end the Loved One Of Space, but they found a Heavenbreaker instead.