We’d misread the prophecy, you see.
We thought he’d devour the planet, consuming all in his path and leaving nothing in his wake.
And, as he approached, panic swept the nations of earth.
But we were mistaken. Such a small error, one letter, but with such massive implications.
We should have been relieved at this, but all we could do was stare at one another in mute horror.
We were safe, but at greater cost than we would ever be able to properly express.
We’d never express anything, not ever again.
Because Gargaxia, the Eater of Words, had finally arrived…