Malin watched as all the Casters' brains were destroyed, and for a moment, he felt an indescribable sense of absurdity about his own existence. Before its destruction, the world had achieved unification, with the high and mighty becoming the masters of everything. Had it not been for the invasion, perhaps the world would have turned out just as the stories said, ultimately ruled by a single, noble entity as the sole owner of the planet.
Dystopian stories are always so captivating, with power, desire, and a sense of superiority forever being the most cherished elements in the tales of the masses.
"Jason, humans always seem to repeat the same mistakes," Malin said as he lit a cigarette, sighing to the small floating machine beside him.
"These sins were committed by the Casters, Lord Malin, it was their desires that destroyed everything," came Jason's sigh from the small hovering machine.
