The king sat in his private chamber, his expression dark as he traced the reports scattered across the long obsidian table before him.
The dim lighting cast eerie shadows over the room, flickering against the blood-red royal insignia embroidered on his robes.
His fingers trembled slightly as he turned another page, another horrifying account of the experiments his son had orchestrated.
Zyvander.
His firstborn.
His favored heir.
The son he had once believed would inherit the throne with honor.
Now, all he could see was a monster.
The reports were disturbing. Entire villages had been wiped out, their populations vanished overnight.
Covert research facilities, operating in complete secrecy, had become breeding grounds for abominations, half-Zerg, half-human creatures with grotesque mutations, forced into mindless servitude.
There were records of unwilling subjects taken from the outer planets, abducted from their homes, and subjected to horrific fusions with Zerg parasites.
