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There was a disturbance in the universe.
Silver Fang felt it rippling through his blood, a massive burst of energy with the magnitude and power to destroy an entire world. There was no mistaking it. Nothing else in the universe had that much power. Nothing else in the universe could aspire to be as godly.
The disturbance was a welcomed one.
“My lord,” Sterling said, entering the room with Prometheus and Ares. “Our radar has picked up an enormous eruption of Altana.”
“I know,” Silver Fang said, turning around in his chair to face her. “There isn’t a thing that goes on in these stars that I don’t see.”
He shoveled a large amount of onion rings into his mouth and asked, “Where was it?”
“You just said–”
“I was focused on my onions.”
“Onion rings, my lord.”
“Onions,” Silver Fang said, holding up a bag of them. “Shall I take off your head with one of them, or are you going to tell me where the Altana disturbance is?”
“Can you really kill someone with an onion?” Prometheus wondered aloud.
“Don’t underestimate a Yato,” Silver Fang said sweetly, and Prometheus shrank against Sterling.
“The disturbance occurred on Earth,” Sterling said, stepping away from Prometheus and pointedly brushing herself off. “Judging by our position in space-time, it happened approximately four months ago.”
“Utsuro,” Silver Fang concluded, looking out into the stars. “With all the worlds he was going around destroying, it was only a matter of time before he destroyed his birth planet.”
“Earth is still there, my lord,” Sterling said. “It was not destroyed in the explosion, but rather saved.”
It…what?
“That monster saved the planet he was hellbent on destroying?” Silver Fang said, surprise throwing him out of his chair. “What drove him to do that?”
“He didn’t save it,” Sterling said. “His other self did. Coming from someone who once knew that other self, I knew it would happen.”
Her face darkened a bit. “That man won’t die so easily.”
“So he saved Earth from destruction,” Silver Fang said. “How…mildly inconvenient. I was hoping we’d be able to scratch it off our list.”
He looked back to the stars, knowing Earth was out there somewhere, healing from the scars of the Altana explosion. It seemed he could never escape from it, no matter how hard he tried, and that his job was far from done.
“Tell the human he’s getting his wish,” he said. “It would seem we’ll have to pay the samurai a visit after all.”