We dropped out of the sky, in the middle of the day. Our journey was harrowing but we made it. Through fire and abyssal cold, we fought through. And we saw them there, Scurrying about like an overturned anthill. To stop them from the thing they would do. The thing they had done over and over, which had caused the death of so many world’s. We laid waste to their cities, slaughtered them like the monsters they were. Until they unleashed the weapons we knew they had, until they awoke the powers and revealed themselves. We lost a hundred thousand heroes that day. As the enemy rejoiced in their ‘trumph’, we began the real war.
