"Explain."
The servant obeyed, each word carefully enunciated:
"The entity, codename: Dark Star, has been traveling through adjacent universes. Hunting. Killing."
"What we initially recorded as isolated phenomena, universes collapsing without cause, sovereign-level beings vanishing without conflict, was, in truth, a pattern."
"It was an intelligence failure."
"We failed to analyze his motives. We failed to treat it as a threat."
"The entity had been harvesting souls, Quasi-Transcendents, Immortal-class beings, one after another. He stored them like weapons. Not sealed. Not honored. Just… waiting."
"And then, he used a sliver of his own divinity to destabilize the very structure of their fragments. Not destruction. Collapse. Chain-triggered implosions, one feeding the next."
"A single one could erase a city. But according to our intel..."
The servant hesitated, as if saying the number out loud might summon them again.
"He had thousands."
"...And today, My Lord..."
