There was fire.

There was death.

There were worlds, whole worlds, crumbling around them.

There were abominations crawling the surface of what had once been a beautiful planet.

There were the screams of regenerations used up in hours.

There was hell.

There were the shells of crashed ships.

There was smoke filling the air.

There were plans of escape.

There were plans of genocide.

There were plans of ascension.

There were monsters created out of regular people.

There was a lock placed around a world.

There were two races killed by one man.

There was a war with no end.