The command center in Haven was a tomb dedicated to a living death. Myra stared at the holographic feed, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the console. The image of the scoured world, millions of hollowed-out souls shuffling through silent cities, was burned onto her retinas. This wasn't Roewi. This was the thing wearing him, and it was methodically sterilizing the galaxy.
"He's gone, Myra," Kaira's voice was flat over the comm, the usual sharp edge dulled by horror. "The Roewi-Vextor synthesis is complete. It's an entity. We cannot reason with it."
"He's NOT gone!" Myra snapped, whirling around to face Kaira's hologram. "He's in there! We have to pull him out!"
"And how do you propose we do that?" Ereun's image flickered beside Kaira's, his face grim. "My chrono-lances cann
