In another part of the station, Sylic Natserrya walked the streets, his sword strapped over his back just beneath his long coat. To him the streets, so full of panic, felt quiet and devoid of light. Yes, the power was back on, but there was some light in the universe only the Ambassadors could see. And so much of it was gone now, those tiny droplets of the souls that hid among the computer technology of the station - life that had died before it had time to realize it was alive at all. “Is it over?” he asked.

Those who replied were both the survivors and the killers. To anyone else, they were the prickling sensations one might feel upon thinking they were alone… but were in reality being watched. But Sylic saw them differently. As the agents were born with sight of chinjk light, and investigators the access to memories of those they touched, Sylic, as an Ambassador, saw the truth of the universe as it truly was, in the form of soul light, the proof that the gods were alive. To his eyes, they were glowing orbs that flowed through consoles and paths made by chinjk. They spoke to him, crystalline gods come down to protect him and see that their will was done.

They pulsed quietly throughout the universe, speaking only to those They had chosen.

“It escaped,” They said. “We will help you track it. You must destroy it.”