The Second Jared

[Grand Federation Calendar: Year 3,567]

{Zone 19, Lost Planet E-A345}

The battlefield crackled with tension as the two warring alien races were locked in a fierce and merciless conflict. Destruction and chaos surrounded me, but I stood at the center, my resolve solidifying with each passing moment.

The time had come to wield my powers and put an end to this senseless violence.

"I'm sick of this." Undoing [Unknowable], I materialized above the warring parties, looking down on them as they engaged in meaningless conflict.

The moment I appeared, floating in the sky, both sides instantly became aware of my presence. Their grotesque faces focused on my levitating form, as they directed their violence in my direction, regarding me as an enemy.

Was it due to the immense amount of energy I had? Was it because I had suddenly appeared out of thin air? Was it due to the suspicion each had for the other?

None of that mattered to me. Nothing but the mission.