Isel, the Governor of the Dalavan Galaxy, was kneeling in terror before a group of towering giants whose features he could not make out. His body trembled slightly, his face pale as paper. The giants held enormous firearms, aiming them directly at Isel's head.
"Ready!" At the command of one of the giants, he raised his right hand high, preparing to give the order to fire.
"Clack, clack, clack." At the towering giant's command, all the giants pulled back their bolts in perfect unison. To Isel, the sound was like the grim laughter of death.
Hearing it, Isel's heart nearly leaped out of his throat, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
"My lord! My lord! I'm willing to surrender! Please, don't kill me!" Isel's legs gave way, and he fell heavily to the floor. He kept banging his head in plea while shouting desperately.
Thud, thud, thud. His head struck the hard floor with crisp sounds, but he no longer cared about the pain. All he wanted was to save his own life.
"My lord, I can provide you with more weapons and soldiers! As long as you spare me, I'm willing to serve you with all my heart!"
Isel's forehead kept slamming against the ground. Blood flowed from it, staining the floor around him red. His eyes were wide with terror as he looked at the giants before him, hoping they would show mercy.
Even with his hands tied behind his back, Isel continued listing his bargaining chips. "My lord, I'm the Governor of the Dalavan Galaxy! I command enormous power and have a population of tens of billions! If you spare me, I'll lead them to surrender to you! I'll offer you all the wealth and resources! I only ask that you let me live..."
Yet the giants