It had finally been done. She'd scratched them.

Rikta floated in front of the giant green mass that had once been her universe. Tendrils of energy danced across the surface, as they would continue to do for the rest of time. All she had ever known to that point in her life was now in front of her, transformed into a giant neon sun.

And in hindsight, she didn't regret it.

The Seer of Space had finally put the puzzle together. Her purpose was not in her own session, but in one that belonged to another universe. In order to save it from destruction, she would have to scratch hers and start anew.

Her own world had been doomed to destruction, anyway. She had played with eight other trolls who claimed to be her friends. But over time, she realized that they were greedy, envious, and wrathful. Each of them had been playing for their own personal gain, never in the interest of the group. Teamwork was a foreign word. Despite managing to put all nine of them in the game, it fell apart quickly. Things went awry, allies backstabbed each other, and players turned mutinous. She alone understood that their session was meant to act as the literal gateway to another universe and prevent apocalyptic events.

And Rikta also realized that only four could enter this new world. The other four players and their planets would have to stay behind and act as harnesses for the portal.

In a fit of rage, she'd doomed all of the other eight to eternal damnation. Double death, as one might name it. Three evil companions would only slow down her mission.

She held up her hands. Using her space powers, she grasped the Green Sun and split it into eight smaller orbs, each about one-eighth of the star's original size. She connected them with streams of green energy in an octagonal shape. The inside of it glowed and a spiraling green portal opened in the very center.

She leapt into it without fear. After all, it was her destiny.