EPICA 3.0
Four hundred years have passed since The War for Earth, since The War of the Catalyst. The weapon had been more than anyone ever expected, and it had been less than everyone had hoped. It had been… effective, efficient, very much so… but not absolute. Nothing is absolute, a concept The Mortal Races of The Galaxy are well acquainted with, and upon using The Catalyst, we learned that not even the power of The Reapers was so. Ruin was instantly brought upon their forces, however too many still remained after the initial and only onslaught of the device.
Stripped of their godhood, The Devourers of Civilization were brought down to an equilibrium of force in the many galactic battlefronts. All-out war exploded throughout even the farthest reaches of the entire known galaxy, and it was of such magnitude that it still rages on. Nevertheless, it is now merely war and no longer a one-sided massacre.
As I stare at the battle raging in the infinity just outside this observation deck, I observe a Dreadnought class Reaper traversing the blackness in the distance, a blot so large and so much darker than the very space it occupies, that it would be impossible not to lay eyes upon it. Somehow, I know it sees me too, and when it does, it knows the one thing these machines wish they had never learned or remembered: fear.
The Devourers of Civilization know I lead The Galactic Peoples against them, they know I have done so for four hundred years, and that I shall do so for at least six hundred more. These nightmares borne from the very legends of our ancestors know strife at last.
For a millennia I shall be the dark thought that unwillingly creeps into their minds when they attempt to remember what it was to be at ease. For a millennia I shall be the focus of their fears and their regrets. For a millennia they shall know my name, and for the millennia to come they shall remember it.
I am Liara T'Soni, leader of The Galactic People. I am the last of The Original Contenders, but more shall come in my wake. Know this, Harbinger: That The Mortal Races have the power to inspire hope in their kin, and without this power, your race is destined to become nothing but a memory.