Eggyhead stood in a barren field. He looked up to the planets sun. Alpheratz. The biggest and brightest star in Andromeda. His target.
He crouched down, prepared himself, put all his power into his legs, and pushed off the planet. A massive crater formed as Eggyhead flew, at extreme speed towards Alpheratz. He knew this was dangerous. Stars were his biggest weakness. But weakness wasn't an option for him.
After about a minute he reached the surface of the star. He kept flying. He went deeper into the star. Even deeper, until he reached the heart of the star.
It burned. He felt his shell sizzle and melt. He pressed on. He took the Morimasa and coursed the energy in the blade.
He began to absorb the energy around him. The swords energy ate the star from the inside. Eggyhead kept his focus on the energy. The pain was unbearable. But he beared it anyways.
The star changed. It became hollow, and glowed a great purple as the last of the star was consumed by the Morimasa.
It was finished.
Alpheratz was dead. Andromeda had fallen. He sat where the star had once lived, burned and melted. But he was stronger than that. His body reshaped. The burns disappeared. His shell reformed. His clothes had burned up, and he was tired. He wanted to rest, then and there, and escape reality, if just for a few hours. But he couldn't let himself stop now.
He recreated his clothes in a great purple flame, and when the flame disappeared, he was gone, already heading to his next target.
The Correllen Empire.
But that was just the next.
Then, the Stickverse.
Next the Shaderians.
Until every empire is in shambles, and the power is his, he keeps going. They would all fall. Soon enough.
[END OF CHAPTER 3]
