reproze

 So I gave them despair. And then death. In between we ground entire worlds to dust, extinguished stars, sterilized systems. Our turbulent wake across the cosmos made of blood and ash and debris. There was no relief when their last Centurion fell at my feet. By then, all I fought to protect was gone—vapor in clenched fists. Geera's warning still echoes in the space that remains. She saw, as always, that this would be the victory we'd earn. It would have broken her to see it. Instead, they took her and broke me. I gave them the same fate, thinking it would make me feel whole again.