The Simurgh
Everything was wrong, she looked at the sky floating above the small blue world, knowing that everything was wrong, four of her comrades were dead, and what seemed to previously be infinite amount of paths were going dark, or changing. There were holes in her vision, holes, and the dying kept continuing despite her best efforts. It was like someone was throwing metallic objects into the gears of some perfect machine.
Everything was slowly being ground down to a halt, she blamed the darkness, the ever growing, encroaching darkness. There were places on this tiny blue world that she couldn't see, places where her vision grew fuzzy. The darkness centered on one of the landmasses of this world, but it would occasionally move, and sometimes the darkness would consume one of her allies. She would ask about it every now and then, but their memories seemed to be clouded. Their replies just a little bit off.
She remembered the first time she felt the darkness, feeling it's presence just beyond the wall. She was angry then, bitter and hateful. She turned that anger on the prostrating insects, to her horror she wondered if that was in fact a good idea. Had she in a moment of rage destroyed a needed asset? She shook her head, no even with the shards the monkey's were useless, helpless, they were nothing. Nothing but tools to use to defeat the Warrior, who was behaving erratically.
With him dead she would be free, who knows she might get lucky and rise up the food chain, start her own cycle with... Her eyes opened in horror, she barely kept herself from falling. It... an entire world in the system went dark. Completly dark, this was bad. She had dismissed it as an irritant, tried to ignore it, but now she felt a new thing, now she felt fear, and as the start of the day of this world poked over the horizon she screamed in terror.