A roiling cloud of cosmic void in the rough outline of a robes figure floats simultaneously in the skies of ten thousand worlds.

  "This galaxy." A quiet voice that causes an unnatural fear rings out and is heard by every sapient being in each world where “it” is present.

  "It has grown vile."

  "Hence, I do what I must."

  "We do, what was once our Divine Duty."

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  "To ensure that this Vileness is purged."

  “By the Solar Flames of a Thousand Stars."

  'And the Lunar Tides of Ten Thousand Moons."

  "We march onwards to extinguish..."

  "...nay..."

  "...to cleanse what I, your Sovereign, deem Vile..."

  "...what I deem as Taint..."

  "...that which I decree as the Filth that has infested in the mortal worlds."

  "Let the Crusade begin."

  - “The Declaration of War” given by the Sovereign of the Starry Skies prior to the Betrayal at Terra.