The planet stood still.
Azkrots and Krubians waited on their respective side of the planet, muscles and nerves tended to spasm, for the moment the sun would reach its zenith over the middle line. The moment it would all begin.
Methalog, the Krubian leader, finished checking for the fourth time the position of his 999,999 fellow creatures; everyone was in the right place, ready to do what he was...
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