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![]() ...He is called Crayak...The nightmare presence had a name. Crayak. The blood-red eye that watched me in my dreams...
...He sees a universe of conflict, pain and terror. He craves fear. Not his own, of course, but the fear of others. He is a strange perfectionist, in a way...His goal, I soon realized, was to destroy life. His method was to use one species against another, strong destroying weak, and then strong in turn being destroyed by the stronger still. He believes that there should be only one species. A single sentient race which would be subjugated by him...
...He wants to be able to control the strands of space-time itself. Not merely to see them and understand them, but to hold them in his fist and dictate the very laws of physics and nature, to recreate the galaxy in his own image, and someday to spread his power throughout all galaxies and destroy the one power greater than himself...
...I was haunted by the suggestion that maybe this was all a set-up. That maybe Crayak wanted us here. Not because we were important by ourselves, but because eliminating us would help the Yeerks...
...He was huge. No arms. Arms were irrelevant to him. He sat on what might have been a throne, or might have been a part of him, I couldnít tell. Machine? Creature? Both? Or something that was neither. He turned his single, huge, blood-red eye and looked down at me...I kept my eyes turned away, though it did no good. I wanted to stand, but I couldn't. I was shaking. My teeth were chattering...
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