By the superstitious they are called The Hood of the Devil. By those who lose contact with loved ones on distant worlds, never knowing why, their name is The Great Silence. By those who have seen the towering statues left behind on dead planets, they are simply called The End. But all can agree on this; they are a plague that now sweeps through the ever dwindling worlds of man.

Were they once men themselves? Are they still men? And do they think of themselves as part of the grand era they have devoted themselves to eradicating?

Kill the... (last part garbled)

Can this really be their faith? Hard to say. Even I - one of the few people to have ever encountered a necromonger and lived to speak of it - even I don't pretend to fathom them. Truly you must be a necromonger before you can understand the necromonger way.

Yet there's one thing we do know. One thing I calculate to be true. There is a balance to everything in the universe. The balance to necromonger is Furion.

How many Furion still exist? Where they might be found? If they could be compelled to act?

Well, these are the questions that the whole universe now hinges on. If you have answers, please seek me out. My name is Aereon.

wondering

wondering about us, realising that now we’re in his head

beginning to fathom the dark thought, trying to shut us out

shut down

the here and now

resisting…but vainly, so vainly