The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
She held the Dreadfang Scepter high, its ruby eye pulsing with a sickening violet light.
"People of the New World!" her voice boomed through the drone’s speakers. "The time of the split is over. I have found the Second Key. By the next full moon, we shall Ascend. No more hunger. No more pain. A single, immortal consciousness for every soul on earth!"
"She's going to merge everyone," Aradaa whispered, his skin turning cold. "A global hive-mind. We have less than forty-eight hours."
Kaelor stood up, his jaw set in a hard, dangerous line. He grabbed the old photograph and shoved it into his pocket. He looked at Aradaa, his eyes reflecting the dying light of the terminal.
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