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"I'm not concerned about sharing this information with you, I've seen multiple possibilities stem from this, we've either doomed my people, or saved them. If the Asylian attack comes to pass as planned, the Aschen will no doubt fall, but so too will the rest of the galaxy be wiped clean of all life."

Marlene frowned, narrowing her eyes. "The Potentia could be used to cleanse the galaxy, and reshape it to how the Asylians see fit." She frowned even deeper. "This must not come to pass."

Marlene reached to a small chain around her neck, and pulled it forward, a strange, technical yet crystalline object could be seen hanging from the chain. "Those who bear the keys are some of our highest ranking people, the fact they carry the keys at all is a closely guarded secret." Marlene said, putting the key back into her shirt.

"Even if they managed to get four keys, and knowledge of the Potentia, it would be useless to them. No, I fear that Illia may come across one of the sister arrays, and learn of it's existence through those means."

Marlene paced too, as the strange disorienting sensation of FTL washed over them.

The Scylla winked out of existence, for destinations unknown.