The End of the Attack
"Broken men are dangerous," said Star Spartan, shaking his head. "And men broken under vengeance are worse. Vengeance cuts in deep, deep enough that even when the wound is healed, it is never the same.
And Dracul is not healed. Far from it."
"Hm." Aldrich pondered Star Spartan's words for a moment. Was he the same? Had he healed wrong? No. Star Spartan was wrong. It was not a matter of healing wrong. The vengeance that Aldrich had nursed and fulfilled, that was a battle scar.
Something he could wear proudly as a sign of what he had weathered.
"Shuttles are on their way. Qilin, the assistant A.I. I use, will guide everyone to where they want, though she might be a little sassy about it," said Machine Emperor.
"You're connected to your networks. How are things on earth? Have any other Pillars been infiltrated?" asked Aldrich, wondering if the Stranger had initiated a mass worldwide attack.