400 Horsepower of the Apocalypse
Prologue
Last night, I had the dream again. The two sides were still locked in endless battle — fighting over what, or for how long, I couldn’t even guess. Forever. Since before forever… This war was older than the concept of time, and had been fought through more iterations than there were numbers to express.
How the hell did I know that? Dream logic, I guess.
I hope.
But I couldn’t tell if this eternal battle was a one-on-one duel or the epic clash of two vast armies. It was sure as hell the biggest fight I had ever seen, outshining the worst hair-pulling, face-scratching bar-room brawl. I couldn’t tell much more than that, though…
The timeless war raged back and forth through a void so empty that it defied even twisted dream-logic. There was nothing for scale as the two sides fought, and I could only vaguely sense the great blows being dealt with power and weapons incomprehensible to my tiny mortal perceptions. I would have called the clashing factions forces of nature, except that these strange warriors went far beyond nature. Nature was a force of them…
Or maybe I just had a few too many beers before bed.
There was only one thing I knew for sure in all of the weirdness and confusion of my dream — nothing was more important than victory in this eternal war. It was a fight between darkness and light, of order against utter chaos, and I had no idea who would win.
