Her people knew what had to be done. Last time, they allowed the traitor to survive. They allowed life to continue in the universe, and look what happened? They were being stolen, reawakened, repurposed. Tortured. No. No. It had to stop. Half-measures had led to this. No, if Agatha had her way, this entire universe would be swept clean of biological life. This time, it will work. She pulled a lighter from her inventory, and she lit a fire in the barrel. She’d give it a few minutes before she built the flames up too high. Timing was everything.
