I knew it was pointless, that I would be too late. But I had to see it for myself.
The door popped open and my nostrils were assaulted with the foul stench of decay.
I gingerly stepped outside, my eyes taking in nothing but burnt land and smoldering Furly-Pon skeletons.
They had been a peaceful race and never stood a chance against us.
If my engines hadn’t failed I would have got here sooner and been able to save at least a few of them.
Another world conquered. Another race wiped out.
Well done humans, when will it be enough?
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