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Singul’Aren had fought beings of pure evil, whose existence he found nearly impossible to fathom. Indeed, once he gained ascension after defeating his enemies at the unknown realm that had captured him during the annihilation of the universe, he grasped the full power of what a god was capable of, and he attained the mantle of the psionic god, he came face to face with a the powerful godforms that were the Xol’Etra, and deemed their radical lawful methods to fall short on what the psionic users across the universe could really be. The Xol’Etra fought cruelly during the Great Psionic War, which reminisced Singul’Aren a lot of the long past war against the Xhodocto worshippers of the Dominion of the Xhodocto.

However, nothing prepared him for what came on a rainy day at Inner Xanctum, his main temple, and seat of teachings. A place in the Endless sector of space where stars are difficult to spot and the only ‘good’ place that Singul’Aren had deemed was the Beacon sector, where the Krauna had established their home. Inner Xanctum was, obviously, on the edges of Beacon Sector, next to the wormhole that led to the seat of power Singul’Aren had established after the Psionic War, the Singularim Pact. His new empire, now led by the infamous Master Kroc, and its armies controlled by the newly risen Ynur’Vae, psionic goddess of death, was enjoying a relative peace with the remnant of the Xol Dominion, and the sudden appearance of the Yasuul Legion from another dimension had prompted peace and mutual collaboration talks between the Dominion and the Pact.

Things were going very well for Singul’Aren’s work. However, that was about to shatter. Singul’Aren stood idle, his eyes open, at the altar his followers had built for him to meditate. The god’s concentration was matchless, for even with the portentous sound of thunder that surrounded him, and the constant drops that fell on his divine body could not break his multiple mental tasking as his irises and hair tendrils irradiated pure psionic energy, flaming against the watery drops sled through his mouth and eyebrows.

Then he saw it, something did break his concentration, as he turned to the sky and enhanced his sight.

He went through the wormhole as if he were physical. He observed Chandras Galaxy in a beautiful, majestic picture. For the common eyes, the galaxy looked just fine, but SIngul’Aren sensed something was amiss.

“Ah, I see you came to witness this…” a voice echoed in his mind. His mental projection turned around, looking for the voice’s origin.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to find me, at least not by yourself. I would need to reveal myself to you for you to even detect a spark of my essence.” The voice continued.

“Who are you?” Singul’Aren asked.

“Oh you’ll see in a moment, my dear friend, but first I want you to witness this since you happened to share HIS name."

Like a spark rushing towards dynamite, Singul'Aren noticed how a dim, yet visible line was drawn from the core of Chandras Galaxy and covering its whole radius. Suddenly powered by a source Singul'Aren could not detect, that line expanded like a weapon of mass destruction, and the whole galaxy suddenly burned like the hellish fires of the Xhodocto Inferno.

"PEW PEW" the voice said, bursting in a mad laughter, "Aww~ I loved doing that! Those cries...!" Singul'Aren felt trillions of voices and minds, sapient and feral, suddenly going silent. This surge of emotions took over Singul'Aren, yet his mental control as a psionic god helped him focus that raw emotion unto the origin of the voice, he reached out using his psinic power unto whatever plane the culprit might be hiding. At that moment, his sense of vengeance was powerful enough to drive his senses beyond reality.

"Impressive..." The voice said, "...you found me."

Right before Singul'Aren's eyes, a deformed reptilian body began to appear. Twisted, glowing lines of cosmic energy that surpassed even godly understanding followed erratic patterns across the whole body of this being. On the back of each of his limbs, mechanical chords seemed to direct his movements like a puppet, yet the other end of those chains faded away from existence.

"What... are you?" Singul'Aren asked, igniting his whole being in psionic energy, "Why are you doing this?"

"Me? I'm doing this because it's fun to watch that guy's face go apeshit, and when he sees this... oh boy~"

Singul'Aren was lost.

"I guess I should give you my name, though I don't think you'll find it useful since you'll last one day alive."

The psionic god growled, furious.

"I am the Vadass." the being said, stretching his arms wide, "Also, don't worry about that wave of destruction by the way... Your precious galaxy still exists, although now it does so in my image."

Singul'Aren struck the Vadass with one of his psionic blades, and although the beam clearly pierced the horrid creature's chest, the psionic god felt as if he was just fighting an afterimage.

"Didn't see that coming." the Vadass commented, now floating behind Singul'Aren, "I must go now, because if he catches me right now, our operation may be at risk... See you around little one."

With that, the Vadass disappeared.

Singul'Aren prepared to pursue him when suddenly a voice touched his mind.

"Val..."

He stopped, and then rushed back into the galactic plane.

"Kroc!" he yelled.

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 * The Valader

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