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“Conquest,” he whispered to himself, tasting the word like ash. “We wanted to conquer Earth.”
“God help us for what comes next.”
On the screen below, a single image flickered—a drone feed from what remained of a city called Geneva. A child, no older than six, stood alone in a crater. She held a torn flag in one hand and a broken toy in the other. She wasn’t crying. She was staring directly up at the sky. At the Odyssey . Conquest Earth
Vell blinked. “Sir? We won.”
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