Khaz

Khazirrek Ir Scapus glared at the leafy trees and rolling waves of the human beach outside his craft. He’d touched down in the farthest, most remote corner of the tiny island and already engaged the cloaking mechanism. The trip to this ridiculous stretch of land on a backwater planet might be an act of futility, but Khaz was of the Apex’ir.

And the Apex’ir were always ready for a hunt.

Always.

Releasing the hatch, he stepped onto the pale sand bordering the bright waters.

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