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EPILOGUE

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It is pushing its way into the world. There is still much life, and that hinders it. The ones that it sent ahead have failed. Many were punished. Fear and destruction are the best tools it has found for keeping order among those that it uses. 

Its tools continue to reduce the life in the world that it will inhabit. There will come a point that they will stop, and the amount will be just enough. Those that are left will know nothing other than to serve just as its tools know nothing other than to serve.  

No world had ever stood against it and survived. The few that tried are now little more than bits of rubble floating around the stars that they once circled as planets. If it cannot conquer, it destroys. Where it conquers it leaves itself and finds another world to conquer. It is spread among millions of worlds in millions of galaxies.

It is pushing its way into this world, and it will destroy anything that stands against it.