"You see, the war, the true war, has never been one waged by droids, warships, or soldiers. They are but crude matter, obstacles against which we test ourselves.
The true war is waged in the hearts of all living things, against our own natures, light or dark. That is what shapes and binds this galaxy, not these creations of man.
You are the battleground.
And if you fall, the death of the Republic will be such a quiet thing, a whisper, that shall herald the darkness to come."
Emma, the mother of life and the bearer of the mantle of creation for the past 300,000 years, a human become Omni, a caretaker of those in need......is dead.
The balance of creation and destruction has never been so far off.
Jaek's armies of Horrors, Demons, Terrors, and Nightmares grow by 10 fold every day.
The Foundation crumbles and those it contains are sent running.
That which they created to house the fragments of Jaek's soul are now being conquered so that the armies can reconstruct their fallen creator.
The believers of Emma are slaughtered in the millions.
The Devourer, the thing built to destroy Jaek, should this ever happen, has fallen as well, and has begun to rust into pieces.
"Welcome to the Armageddon," Jaek cried out to the infinite, black expanse of space
