"You are right. What will I do without you?" Aaron decided to drop the bad cop route and take the good cop route, a smirk tugging at his lips.

[Probably die when Dan paid a visit. With your arrogance, I believe you will die even faster than that,] the system refused to let Aaron win the round, its retort sharp.

"Fine. You win," Aaron gave in, teleporting to a nearby planet to do what he does best, conquer, the void folding around him like a cloak.

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Galaxy Creen. A galaxy filled with thousands of solar systems, and diverse civilization, worlds teeming with life under crimson suns and obsidian moons. But within galaxy Creen, one clan and civilization stood above all other civilization and races, the destruction titan, their forms colossal and wreathed in apocalyptic energy.

The destruction titan was the overlord of the galaxy, having absolute control of everything that happened within the galaxy, their word law, their gaze death. Defiling a destruction titan risked having your entire civilization destroyed, reduced to cosmic ash in a blink. Touching even the hair of the royals of the clan? No one knew the punishment for that, cause none of dared to do such thing and risk the wrath of Reign. The strongest destruction titan, and the patriarch of the clan, a being whose presence warped reality.

Reign was believed to be in the mythic rank, with none knowing the specific of his abilities, secrets buried with the dead. Cause everyone that had seen Reign fight at full strength had never lived to tell the tales, their screams silenced forever.

Reign was a menace and ruthless being, that never hesitate to crush those that defy him or touch his family member, his fury a storm of destruction. Amongst the many family of Reign, he had a favourite. One of his sons that showed great potential, and growth rate, a prodigy forged in battle. The son that would likely be the next overlord after him, Havoc.

Havoc was cherished by his father Reign. The amount of protection and care he received from Reign greater than everyone else, a shield of paternal might. A civilization was once burned to the ground when one of their member annoyed Havoc over a reasonable arguement that he won against Havoc, the ashes a warning to all.

Reign sat on his throne, the titan tapping his arm rest with fingers like mountain peaks. It was the usual duty of him, listening to information that requires his attention and sorting it out, the courtroom a cavern of obsidian and fear.

"My lord. I have grave news," one of the elders came forward after reaching his turn, his head bowed in fear, voice trembling.

"And what may this news be?" Reign asked, changing his lazy posture to a more serious one, his massive form shifting like a gathering storm.

"Havoc is dead."

Boom!

Destruction energy flaired from Reign, driving outward like a giant wave of energy, sending every elder within the courtroom flying backwards and crashing to the wall, bones cracking against stone.

"What did you just say?" Reign asked, his eyes fixed coldly on the elder that delivered the news, red orbs burning with lethal intent.

"His life force indicator turned off this morning, confirming his death," the elder explained, voice quaking.

"Who? Who dares touch my son. What enemy dares to touch my son?" Reign asked, his eyes fierce, the aura around him cold and lethal, threatening to explode at any moment, the air thickening with doom.

"None of our enemies my lord. The killer isn't from our universe, neither was it an orchestrated move by the enemy my lord. It seems Havoc made an enemy outside our galaxy while carrying out the successor competition," the elder informed, sweat beading on his brow.

"And you let him kill my son?!" Reign asked, anger bubbling within him like a volcano.

"He refused to let him go despite my warning. And there was nothing I could do to protect him," the elder explained, desperation creeping in.

"Why?! What happened to the space tool that was given to all successors? Why didn't he have it? Why couldn't you teleport to his location?" Reign asked further, slowly reaching the limit of his patience, his fury threatening to explode, fists clenching.

"My lord. Havoc refused any form of protection, saying a true overlord doesn't needs protection if he is to truly rise above all. He spoke of rather dying than receiving help when in need. And you my lord, agreed to his ideals. Hence the reason there was no form of protection on him. The only imprint I placed on him secretly was to be able to see whoever was attacking him," the elder explained, words tumbling out.

"The reason you are an elder is to advice me when wrong decisions are being made. And when advice doesn't work, you take the drastic measures of disobeying me and doing the right thing," Reign said coldly, rising to his feet as he slowly walked towards the elder, each step a thunderclap.

"But my lord. You made it clear that we never defy you, even if our defiance is the right thing. Elder acorn died because of that," the elder bowed his head, pleading his case even further, voice breaking.

"And now my son is dead. Are you saying the blame lies on me?" Reign asked coldly, standing before the elder, towering like judgment.

"No my lord. That's not what I'm saying," the elder shook his head, his eyes closed, knowing full well he was likely just going to be used as a scape goat, resignation settling in.

"Then the fault lies on you," Reign said, raising his hand engulfed in destruction energy, as he cleanly cut off the head of the elder, the strike swift and merciless.

The elders head fell to the ground, his limp body crashing to the obsidian floor of the courtroom, blood pooling dark and thick.

"Find me the bastard that dare to take my son's life. I will ensure he suffers a thousand years of agonizing pain," Reign instructed the rest elders, bringing an impromptu end to the meeting as he made his way to his personal chambers, the air still humming with his wrath.

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