Chapter 11.5
POST-CREDIT SCENE
Beneath the rubble where Daagon's body had fallen, a cracked fragment of his armor flickered faintly.
Embedded within it, a dormant transmitter awakened, fueled by his final surge of life energy.
A thin beam of coded light shot upward through the Earth's atmosphere, vanishing into the cold vacuum of space.
Light-years away, on the war-torn world of Radiç, the signal reached the Great Hall of Command.
The chamber was carved from black stone, lined with banners of crimson and silver ...the mark of the Radite Legion.
At the center sat the Radite Warlord, a massive figure draped in ceremonial armor etched with the scars of countless battles.
His eyes burned as the holographic glyphs of Daagon's death danced before him.
A heavy silence fell.
Then, the Warlord rose to his full height, gripping his war-spear.
"So… the humans killed my Commander."
He turned to his generals, his voice rumbling like a quake.
"Prepare my fleet. Send The Conquerer."
The hall erupted in a war cry that shook the very walls.
Above Radiç, thousands of warships stirred from orbit, engines flaring.
The one Daagon sought to become was now coming to Earth ...and he was already everything Daagon had failed to be.