The words hung in the air, a chilling revelation that sent shivers down Aldred's spine.
Aldred's eyes widened, the weight of Vortimer's declaration settling in. The grand chamber seemed to echo with the gravity of those words. The crew of the Stardust Voyager, outside the flagship, exchanged anxious glances. The protective barrier of mechas stood ready, sensing the escalating tension within the heart of the Celestial Schemata's power.
"Destroy the galaxy?" Aldred repeated, wondering if what he heard was correct. His brow furrowed.
"No, not the galaxy itself, but the parasites that writhe upon its surface—the sentient beings. Those insidious worms that gorge on the stars and infest the cosmos with their ceaseless wars and tumultuous battles."
"You are planning to kill them all?" Aldred rubbed the back of his neck.
"Correct."
"And do you not consider what I think about that?"