Supremacy Games

Vrrr Vrrr!

Just as Felix logged out and wanted to jump into the void realm, his AP bracelet vibrated. Felix glanced at the screen and noticed that it was a call from Malak!

"Malak..." Felix's eyes dimmed up a bit and accepted the call right away.

He already knew that Malak was alive since she was situated in the dwarven's galaxy for the sake of his new spaceship during the incident.

He was more than happy about this...But, he knew that she must have been heartbroken as well because of the death of Erik, and the rest of his subordinates.

'I can't hide from everyone's judging eyes forever.' Felix toughened his heart and accepted the call.

"Sir Felix!" Malak appeared on the holographic screen with a shocked expression, seeming like she wasn't expecting the call to be picked up.

"How are you holding up?" Felix asked softly.

"I am doing alright..." Malak smiled wryly, "It was tough in the first months."

"I am sorry for not being there."

"You don't have to apologize...I am just relieved that nothing bad happened to you." Malak sighed in relief.

"It was bad for me too." Felix smiled faintly, "But, I have managed to pull through."

Knowing that Felix must be feeling extreme guilt for the incident, Malak decided to switch the subject.

"You know, I have been acting as your spokesperson in the Federation's Council to make sure that no one would dare pull a fast one by taking advantage of the situation." Malak stated.

"Good work."

Felix was satisfied with her efforts as he knew that many vultures in the council would have taken the chance to bury down the solar system after the destruction of Earth.

clear that Malak must have backed Mars' idea heavily and made sure

been built last month

as he requested her to send it to the

spaceship and he geared it up so hard for

didn't expect that it

...

One week later...

and desolate surface of the moon. There were hundreds of rows of simple monuments

graves were covered in moondust with only the names or symbols etched onto them as indications of the individuals who

thousands of visiting people were seen in this graveyard, the atmosphere

bit depressed expression in front of a grave. He was holding a bouquet of flowers

had

husband, father, grandfather, and friend Robert Maxwell, January 1, 1940 -

over half an hour now and he had yet to say a single word. The billions of graves around

his inbox, which had his grandfather's last email pinned

was still marked as unread...When Felix first found out about the email and the date it was sent, he felt

on the day

matter how much he tried, he didn't have the courage to open it and read it, knowing that it was the last spoken words by

with a soft tone, 'You are already here and it's best to give

heart about the death of his grandfather, the earthlings, and his home unless he

small closure would help him in his journey

don't open it now, it will be forever closed.' Felix knew that there wouldn't be

a deep breath under his spacesuit, Felix

//Subject: You've Got This!

My Dear Little Rascal,

and strong you are. I know life can be tough at times, but I believe in you and your abilities. You have overcome so many obstacles in

details about what prompted to start this war but I know that my grandson never does anything without

are not alone. You have a support system of friends and family who believe in you, and most importantly, you have

accomplished so much already, and you will continue to do so. Just keep pushing forward,

that I am always by your