Merciless stood there, gazing at the remaining half of Queen Melizha's brain, its golden sheen still flickering faintly as if the echoes of her once formidable power clung desperately to existence.
In the vastness of space, silence reigned, but in his mind, the weight of her knowledge and mastery swirled like a storm. He had already taken a bite, and in doing so, absorbed her full understanding of the Lanca, along with every secret she had honed over countless millennia.
But he wasn't done yet.
In his hand, the other half pulsed softly, as though it recognized its fate.
"Time to finish this."
Merciless muttered, his voice dark and resolute.
