She sidled along to another one of the cows, and again no match of what she was looking for. The biotech corporation’s secret files were encrypted onto the DNA of a hovorg, and she had also deduced beforehand that they had to be stored in the genetic code of one of the animals in this farm. But, again, another negative reading.
The room had a domed ceiling of twelve arches. The thick transparent glass floor was the face of a giant six-handed clock, ticking ever so quietly. In the center of the magically lit chamber was a being of metal and feminine shape. It rose from a cross-legged sitting position, and drew sword and shield.
The space whale must have fought valiantly against whatever star kraken strangled the life out of it, and now its desiccating corpse was flourishing with scavengers. Whole shoals of void fish continued to fly around, picking off bits of flesh with their sets of three jaws. Vadaria would occasionally pause for a moment to enjoy the pirouettes and seemingly playful spins these wild space-faring creatures displayed.
Lucius is the divine magic hero in my fantasy stories, like a cleric, oracle, or druid.
(This story contains some dark imagery and themes, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion advised.)
I thought that she’d be just another tournament contestant: that I could knock her down with just three punches or so, let the ref announce that Choi Park was the winner yet again, and move on to my next guy. I am very glad I was wrong.
Appearing suddenly before her, the ghost grabbed the saleswoman by the shoulders. She began shaking her violently, shouting.