War on Bastion II

Aeletha felt omnipresent. The Power her Galaxy had granted her, coursing through her being was a feeling like no other. In her domain, a third of the planet, she knew every movement, every word spoken, every shriek of the enemy as it died by her power or the weaponry of her subjects.

Still, there were reports of mass casualties on the other side of the planet. Strange, undocumented forms, powerful and capable of taking on as much damage as they were receiving. 

If it were possible, Aeletha would leave her domain to squish the pathetic forms beneath her might, but her newest vision remained true. If she left her domain, she would die. Looking up into the sky, the largest ship of the hunger, She felt a presence. One that rivalled her current form. She knew it and that fact made what was once her stomach knot up.