Release

Deep in the outer space. As far as the abyssal depth of space exists a very isolated and heavily guarded place known as the Vormen of Dead Star. Its existence has been noted in most of the ancient manuscripts and writing, stating it to be a place where universe's most powerful person is kept locked away from the universe. A place which is not on any star map in any world, has been holding him for millenniums and will continue to do so till the end of time itself, or as it says it would. Universe knows it as a story told to them as kids about a warrior so strong that he could destroy a planet by just clenching his fist, hungry for power he turned evil and destroyed worlds but was stopped before he could do any further damage. Quiet the cliché right, he was kept in a prison solely made for him. This place is Vormen of Dead Star.

An alien clan, guards the prison and has been doing so for last two thousand years. Their sole purpose of existence has been to guard the prison and protect what's inside of it from coming out. At Vormen of Dead Star, the climate is always shady giving you the creeps and fear with a perfect blend of anxiety. Yet, it is the one place in universe which has the capability of destroying an entire armada in few minutes. The alien clan is known as the Centons and their lives aren't easy. Centons have to live in constant fear and have to be on guard, a small mistake can risk the lives of trillions in the universe. Today is nothing different, guards are on their usual duty wearing their shiny armoured suits with big guns in their hands and off course a bunch of ships revolving around in the orbit. Their suits, black with neon lights on the essential areas depicting a space suit of superior technology. The guns are neat and have glowing magazines. The suit consists of leather clothing with metallic material on the vital area. In the centre of this dark and groovy area lies a huge building which is, a control room. Inside the room is a Centon who is wearing a much more advanced battle armour than others, he is the Supreme Centon and the Head of the Prison. He is standing at his panel in the centre of the room as others work on their individual stations around him. The room is as chaotic as always. In front of him lies a big screen which displays all the

data on it.

He sits on his chair and picks a jar with his right hand. He takes a sip from the jar and the screen in the centre blacks out. He spills the drink out as soon as the screen blacks out and everyone in the room starts mumbling around in hast. The jar falls from his hand as he rises from his chair to order.

"What happened, I need a report, now!"

"Yes, Sir" His assistant at the right complies and turns towards his screen to type something.

Suddenly, the screen turns back on and a mysterious person appears on the screen with a guard in his hands. He is holding the guard by his head in such a way that the guard's skull could be crushed. He drags the guard towards the screen as everyone in the control room look at him in total despair and shock. From the looks of it, the mysterious person standing in front of them

looks scary and powerful. They can literally feel the creeps as he appears in front of them, a perfect form of an advanced alien species with a very strong aura surrounding him, a dark aura, spine chilling indeed his look as he looks toward the Supreme Centon with dead glowing purple eyes staring from the darkness on his face, his silhouette clearly visible due the fire erupting around him. His hold on the soldier firm as if the soldier is already dead, motionless. Surely befitting for an evil presence.

"This can't be..." Supreme Centon's words come out with a vibration in his tone enough to understand the power of the presence in front of him. His breathe long and deep as if his heart has already given up on him.

"Send a message immediately" Supreme Centon says while his voice cracks "We are out of time" to his assistant.

Fear can be seen in his eyes as he clings on his sword on the waist, tightly and looks at the screen.

"I will buy you some time, use it wisely" Supreme Centon speaks silently and turns around while still clinging on his sword. He glazes towards his assistant as he breathes slowly to calm himself. His eyes turn sharp and his expressions bold as he moves out to stop what you would call death itself.

Outside the building, everything is burning, soldiers are fighting against some aliens of unknown origins as the flames erupt between them. The dark area of Vormen was lit like a star in a dark night. A sight at which even volcanic eruption would look minuscule compared to it. The mysterious silhouette is killing all the soldiers coming at him as if they are nothing but insects to him.

"You are no match for me!" He says as he takes down three soldiers at a time.

Supreme Centon stands in front of him and draws his sword. A big sword with heavenly inscriptions on it.

The mysterious guy smirks as he looks at him.

"Varon... is it, huh" Supreme Centon says as calmly as possible.

"You know me, good, it will be easy for me to kill you" Varon speaks in a deep tone

"This is as far as you get" Supreme Centon yells and charges on Varon. In his mind the Supreme is only thinking of buying time so that the news of Vormen can reach out to the universe because he knows he won't be able to make it nor would anyone around him. Vormen is surely going to fall today.

Supreme's assistant records a message "If anyone receives it, please inform everyone that 'he' is coming your way, the threat is real, Zeron is free, I repeat…" Boom! Goes the control room but luckily the message has been transmitted. The message will surely reach its receiver but that is only the beginning of the problems to come.

Supreme Centon desperately blocks Varon's attack and holds himself together. A beep goes on

the Supreme's hand and Varon kicks him in the gut. Supreme flies off to a distance and crashes into some debris. He struggles to get up from that position. His eyes turn pale as Varon approaches him. Varon stands in front of him and stares with is glowing purple eyes from the darkness on his face. As mysterious as he looks goes, his face is still hidden by the shadow of his hood. Death stands before Supreme but still his face doesn't show any sign of fear, instead he smiles while

looking at Varon.

"I have done my job, kill me if you want, I don't mind"

"You sent the message out in the universe, well played, Supreme"

"Don't worry Varon, you won't get any far"

"Well, then...." Varon stabs the Supreme in the chest as his eyes glow even brighter than before.

"…it seems, no surprise for the universe from us, anymore. I was really looking forward to it"

To be continued...