But beside this, all the rest were nothing. Where they left off, this cataclysmic holocaust began.
It was the answer to his dream of power, his pact with destiny. Given this weapon—yes, this weapon only—the universe was his!
He swayed in the grip of his mad ambition. His heart was a driving, hammering piston.
Xaymar said: "Throw the switches, blue one. Let the storm pass."
Numbly, Haral stepped to the box and slammed down the four heavy levers.
The whining died away. The smell of ozone faded.
The woman came close to him. "We shall rule the universe together, warrior...."
He looked at her ... at raven hair and ripe, half-parted lips and slender fingers ... the temptation, incarnate, that lay in her perfect body.
She whispered: "Kiss me, warrior!"