*THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN CATALOGUED IN THE RECORDS OF THE IMPERIAL BUREAUCRACY UNDER UUID: 0c1eec31-b645-45c0-b674-69a80f474c67 BY JUNIOR BUREAUCRAT SIGRUN OF LASTVAULT* *... it was only a few days later She found me. I was broken, my children scattered to avoid Her grasp, my people dying by the thousand with every shuddering breath I managed to heave through rotted lungs. Salaam and Rina had both vanished into their demesnes in hopes that they might prepare some new offensive. Salaam at least was kind enough to offer me a clean death, but Rina barely even seemed to notice my injuries before she spirited away.* *Not that it would have mattered, of course. We'd tried everything. I had unleashed my children on the galaxy before they were ready, in full knowledge of the horror that would wreak. Salaam had darkened three stars forever to power his Colorful Knife and wiped out half the Voidstalker fleet with it, but She had shattered his greatest weapon as easily as She shrugged off my creations, as casually as She had dismissed Rina's pronouncements of doom.* *I'll never forget the look on Her face when She found me still alive. Triumph. Pure triumph. As though She had gotten every wish She'd ever wished granted all at once. I have broken more lives than there are stars in the galaxy, eaten godflesh and supped on monsters' blood. I have seen the madness at the heart of the Leviathan's Corpse and stood above the carnage of a naked singularity. In two hundred million years I have done near every thing it is possible to do, and I have never once felt triumph like what crossed Her face when She realized I might still be of some use.*