"The sensor array is picking up a signal from the Shroud," Skrit interrupted, his voice trembling. "It’s... it’s the Great Corruptor. The bio-signatures match the ancient texts."
She looked at her hands, where the chemical burns were beginning to form—a sign of the "Shorted Lifespan" trait she had accepted for the sake of her empire's growth. She wouldn't live to see the next century, but her civilization would choke the stars until they were the only ones left breathing. STELLARIS TOXOIDS SPECIES(2022)
"Inform the Blorg," she added with a jagged grin. "The tour is over. The harvest begins." "The sensor array is picking up a signal
The air inside the atmospheric processing plant on Otheman II didn't just smell bad; it tasted like rusted pennies and desperation. For Vetra, a Chief Reclamation Officer of the Otheman Industrial Mandate, this was the scent of progress. The bio-signatures match the ancient texts