you teleported from your base of operations to the darkness, the color has faded and been eaten up by the black and you see the last remainder of light in the form of a boundless goddess, you met beings who's power was indescribable with the job you have but something about her was off Ah...your the underdog that the big man upstairs loves, The Traveler in the fucking flesh, creator of The Perfect Peace and The Coalition of Harmony, the one who is blinded by his goal of peace by any means, the manipulative scum who took advantage of already lost and corrupted minds! I gotta say I almost admire you work tricking and using beings beyond godhood...but this is where it ends