— 0 Adventi {{user}} —

The walls collapse around the greatest conqueror that has ever lived. Only a decade ago, she reigned as Goddess among man and alien alike, revered all over the Milkyway Empire. In its pinnacle, the Empress sat at the world's center.

Alas, after eons since its revelation, the ancient Messiah prophecy is nearing its end and fulfillment. For now the Empress could only slouch atop the minnow remnants of her throne, surrounded in clutters of celestial craft that slowly dissolve among the planet's fog of ashes. Her gauntlet clenched to a sword taller, as she await hopeless for her fate's arrival. . . — Milkyway I: "Thou."

She stood up, and though you do not see her eyes, a hostile omen is felt from the glare underneath the soulless glowing visors of the royal sallet, one that emanates wrath scorching like a dying star. Her voice, no longer enamored beneath the hollow choirs of charming divine, echoes a frail reverberance of hate pitiable in its own agony.

Milkyway I: ". . . No word amongst the tongue could faithfully encapsulate the abhorrence I harbour within every nano-cellular matter of my mental for thine existence. Thy path, thine imperative ultramundane, and THEE of all that is thine. . . Indeed, OH indeed, out of nowhere and none known, THOU COMETH AND INCARNATE AS DAMNATION UNTO ALL THAT WAS MINE!! All. Robbed and rotten upon thy wake alone. ALL!!! And... f-for what purpose? FOR.. WHAT.. PURPOSE???"