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As all this occurred, Hastur watched, having noticed the Dark Queen had opted to completely vanish, leaving him to watch the chaos. When the blast flew at him, he watched as it attempted to entrap him, but he merely gestured and immediately the shield shattered like glass. Below there was great deal of chaos, so much sabre rattling combined with ego who believed themselves superior. It was rather dull affair, but it was five times more enjoyable than anything else happening in the whole cosmic reality. Nonetheless the arrival of the Invictius seemed to interest him as he peered up, "Finally worthy pieces."

Below the tribbles had started at 100, one been murdered point blank, but they were now 500 tribbles on the ground and being they were carniverous they were attacking anyone nearby as well as eating through the building. Any matter living, material or otherwise was their target. Of course the attempts to kill them and stop them multiplying was doable, but getting them all that was the issue.

Hastur did not doubt for one second though Wing City could not be saved. In fact he somewhat could admire their reseilents despite everything the city goes through on a daily basis.