[ For all that it's a familiar story, it's no less a painful one. Lucretia reaches a hand out to squeeze Allura's in silent reassurance.

She takes a breath, steeling herself. ]

It's called the Hunger. Or at least, that's what we called it. It would attack entire planes, absorbing them and their inhabitants into itself.

We spent decades running from it, trying to figure out a way to stop it.