{Highway To Hell}
The final act of his own story was about to begin.
Emir didn't do grand speeches or long-winded goodbyes. He just moved.
Using the club gathering, he bought a few spaceships—enough to fit his entire family a few times over—and without any more hesitation, he left Earth behind.
He had a mission.
A target.
And the road ahead? It was long.
The first planet they stopped at for refueling was nothing special.
A standard pit stop in the cosmic backroads.
But while he was there, Emir registered as a traveling bounty hunter.
It was a formality, really. A way to get less questions asked when he started tearing through Order territory.
They gave him a tattoo. A vine-like pattern wrapping around his wrist.
One for each rank.
Since he was an Archon, he got three.
A mark of authority. A warning.
To some, it said:
"This guy is a force to be reckoned with."
