Planet R-193
Sakaar slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping a random patch of the violet grasslands that blanketed the terrain like a flowing sea. From within those gentle waves, a thick obsidian shadow began to churn, gathering itself like spilled ink being pulled together by a hidden force. It twisted, warped, and condensed—until it solidified into the form of a cloaked figure. The humanoid was entirely wrapped in black, save for the two glowing eyes peeking out from under his mask.
The figure materialized in a kneeling posture, one knee bent, one fist to the ground, and his voice came out low but unwavering:
"I offer my greetings to the Supreme General of the Second Army."
"Hmm? Are we still using Shadow Swords for message delivery?" Sakaar asked, his voice calm but laced with subtle irony.
