hudhouse
The Voidwalker
Oryx, finally had his chance. Teal flames jetted out of the slit wound, sealing the skin as Oryx charged like a football player... but towards his ship. He slammed the ground with his talons, and began to fly at speeds just under the sound barrier. Most of his forces should be healing in the Taken Dimension, plus he still has at least 25% of his crew still alive for that ship to have any readings what so ever, but that was maybe pushing it. He's going to need a bigger army, maybe even two, nay three more Dreadnought sized fleets alone. No matter, Oryx unleashed his will, forcing himself and the Dreadnought to vanish back into the Taken dimension to heal, whatever was left of his army would do.