The collapse of this world, that's what I was after.
Why was this space made, whether it was part of an illusion or even a dream that could fool the great me? None of that mattered, I had little time in this world left, time that was more precious than these beings, humans that might just be real.
But none of that mattered. Whether they be children or adults, no matter their gender, circumstances, and even the stories their lives contain, none of that mattered at the moment. With no time to play around, a strong approach without any distraction was needed on this front. And the conclusion I came to was utter massacre.