Once a lively system full of small planets locked in an orbit in the habitable zone of a great star, Buche's territory had become a wraith of its former hidden glory, all that remained were dead planets void of any sign that life once existed there, and a gravitational anomaly standing where the star once was keeping them in orbit still.
His army, his puppets, everything he owned had been reduced to collateral under Sol's wrath, the Fourth General of the Emporium, feared and revered for his strange powers of manipulation and his ability to evade even the eyes of Emperor Zan'el had gracelessly fallen in the dead fo space with no ally being the wiser.
Buche stared at the anomaly from a small cell bound by his hands, groaning as he stood as still as he could with the stubs of all his seven tentacles dripping green blood after Xie had ripped them from his back and beat im mercilessly with them.
