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On the bridge of the Super Sarafan Destroyer, the crew could see it from the distance, the massive purple flux of energy before them, already had it consumed the stolen ship.
The newly-promoted Admiral however, could not stare at the beautiful mystery. He strode into the Sarafan Lord’s private chambers carefully, and as the door sealed behind him, he saw what no man was meant to see. The rear of the Sarafan Lord’s head without the helmet, blotchy scarred white skin surrounded by a green vicious aura. As the brown helmet lowered from the high recesses of the meditation pod, the Admiral quickly averted his eyes, unaware of what penalty his curiosity could earn him. With the sound of air escaping, the Sarafan Lord spun around in his chair, helmet fully secured.
 | “Yes, Admiral?”
“Our ships have sighted the stolen ship Lord, but it has entered a flux of energy and we cannot risk…”
“Fluxes of energy do not concern me Admiral.” the Sarafan Lord interrupted. “I want that ship! Not excuses!”
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The Sarafan Admiral returned to the bridge. Whatever was in that energy field before them, it could not be more terrifying than the Sarafan Lord. Wherever Kain was taking the stolen ship, they would be pursued.
As the Super Sarafan Destroyer entered the flux, it had already begun to collapse. As the monolithic metal engines at the bow of the ship were fully consumed, the energy field was gone completely.
The twenty Sarafan ships were sailing an empty sea. With their supreme leader taken away from them.
Kain, the second Vorador, and the crew of human slaves are on course to rewrite Nosgoth’s history tomes, unaware that the Sarafan Lord and the tens of thousands of Sarafan soldiers aboard the Super Sarafan Destroyer are in pursuit.
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