Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire
Sebastian’s voice reverberated through the comms, cold, absolute, and utterly devoid of doubt.
On the bridge, the blood-red warning lights bathed the scorched room in a sinister glow. The countdown timer for the flagship's planet-killer laser hovered menacingly in the holographic display: T-Minus 2 Minutes.
"Harper," Sebastian turned to her.
He didn't need to explain the physics or the suicidal nature of the plan. She saw the new, terrifying power radiating from his violet-and-gold left eye. The antimatter core he had devoured was a cosmic battery, and right now, his body was overflowing with raw, apocalyptic energy.