His posture was defiant, chin lifted high, the wind from passing comets ruffling his cloak as he surveyed the sprawling domain below.
"Let's do a clean job and keep all the pests locked in a cage," Ego declared, his tone laced with smug certainty, envisioning the galaxy as his personal arena.
"Can you isolate the space in a way that no communication can leave this galaxy and no one can escape to call for help?" Ego asked the space clone, his eyes narrowing in strategic focus, the plan unfolding in his mind like a well-oiled mechanism.
"I can. But it will take a while. Especially since I will have to be covert in my actions. But it will all be for naught if anyone uses the destruction element," the space clone informed Ego, his voice steady, weighing the complexities with a calm detachment.
