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.