The War On Infogrames
Part Two: Echoes of History


Epilogue

Samrong entered Drakken's private chamber.  The General was looking out a large window as the sun began to rise.  "Sire, our secondary base was destroyed.  Shall I put our Sony HQ on warning?"

       Drakken looked at his Captain.  "Once again, that will not be necessary.  I expected this.  It is time we came face to face with our enemies."  He walked over to a large chest.  Drakken opened the chest and inside was the Sword of the Damned.  He handed the blade to Samrong, who placed it in his sheath. 

       Drakken smiled.  "I think it's time we put that sword to good use.  Have the Council members had their 'drinks' yet, Captain?"  Samrong smiled back.  "Yes, sire.  As we speak they're becoming more and more feral."  Drakken closed the chest.  "Good.  In a matter of moments they will become full grown Kaijunoids.  No longer will I have to listen to their senseless arguments.  They will listen to me!"

       He walked back over to the window.  "Soon, I will free my master from his endless sorrow, and this world will be his!"  Suddenly, Drakken's face began to morph and lose its human characteristics.  In its place was a face very similar to that of Black16.  His blue eyes burned bright.  "Oh great Levah!  I, your servant Selatoth, will save you from your torment!  We will have our revenge on this pitiful world, and the universe shall tremble before your might!"

       Drakken left the room as Samrong stared out the window.  Then he smiled.  "Soon, it will be time for me to play."

END PART TWO