The Masters had ruled all space with an unconquerable iron fist. But the Masters were gone. And this new, young race who came now to take their place--could they hope to defeat the ancient Enemy of All? "But didn't you feel _anything_, Javo?" Strain was apparent in every line of Tula's taut, bare body. "Nothing at all?"…
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