Protector of the Cosmos
Loose Cannon, quick to go to battle
The Biowars is a ceaseless conflict. Battles may end, but victories are short lived; the winners’ sole reward is to fight another day. Some can accept this cruel existence. Some even embrace it. And then there is Blastor.
How do you lead an army who will never know ultimate triumph? How do you inspire warriors for whom there is no hope of peace? The Commander of the B-Cells does it the only way he knows how: pure, unadulterated stubbornness.
He’s allowed himself to become close only to a select handful of fellow Biowarriors, and clashes often with the less disciplined Macrophages. At his command, B-Cell squadrons have annihilated bacterial colonies and viral invasions, but the threat posed by the Z-Kron Microbe is unlike any he or his men have ever faced.
Between this enemy of unprecedented adaptability, allies he can barely control, and the conflicting needs of his own heart, is even Blastor strong enough to endure the coming storm?