“I’m proud of you son. Very inventive. You’re a crafty one, just like in the Sphere. You’ve earned your place with the Void Viking’s,” Tyrian said with pride.
Ceres was getting the hang of his father’s respect system but he didn’t believe for a millisecond that Tyrian had real fatherly feelings for him now.
The horrible death of his top lieutenant didn’t seem to faze Tyrian as a loss, but as an upgrade to his crew. Trok had not been a trusted insider or a friend, but a tool. A hammer..