The bombshell hit Aaron like a physical blow.
His head felt like it was swelling with the sheer impossibility of the concept.
Legend Killers?
He had been led to believe that Legends were the absolute pinnacle of existence, the apex of all power.
The idea of a race designed specifically to hunt them felt like a cosmic joke.
But the truth was far darker.
Spectrals were a biological check and balance created at the dawn of time to hunt Legends.
They were the shadows to the Legends' light.
They couldn't prey on common races; they couldn't even digest them.
To a Spectral, Legends were the only source of sustenance.
They were the perfect predators.
For eons after creation, the Legends and Spectrals were locked in a stalemate of total war, a cycle of slaughter that only ended when the King of all Legends wedded the Princess of the Spectrals.
That union brought a fragile peace to the cosmos, a harmony born of blood and marriage.
However, the peace was a facade.
