Precisely at a billion miles outside the Booze Palace planet, space warped and distorted, and two figures were thrown out.
The first was Urroghat who looked around him aghast at the thought that he had just been moved without his will, the second was the white-haired man, who had his backs turned against the god and was fingering some of the chains wrapped around his body while he muttered about being too slow.
He was distracted by tapping on the chains, and each tap he made made the stars in the distance vibrate, as large chunks of star matter were sprayed out into the universe.
Urroghat looked at the healing space behind him and his pupils shrunk a bit, because he noticed something very amazing that almost left him in awe. Urroghat was nearly forty-five million years old, he was far older than the gods of Trion
