I Don't Give a Damn II
An impossibility!
That was how the current situation could be described as what occurred truly should not have been something that played out in reality.
<How is this even possible?>
Voices and whispers could be heard at this moment in time as all beings in the space could only watch expressionlessly.
Their eyes were drawn into and focused on a single being that reclined on his Golden Throne as his figure released tendrils of multicolored radiance that made his very skin like it was forged from a Celestial Haven they had yet to come across.
His eyes release the light of tyranny and grandiosity and that they hadn't seen the most confident of Emperors have in the Havens of Extremity!
And in the next moment, he became an even more mysterious and unfathomable figure in their eyes as his right hand rose from his armrest on the throne and pointed towards the immobile figure of the plump Vulcan.