Your reach stretches across the planet as your power grows.

Talons and Cyclops hunt in the mountains, Gargoyles patrol and scout. Your new herd of Catoblepas chew their way through fields of grass and shrubbery, leaving churned earth and trails of foul blood that leaked from their massive tumors.

Colonists and Osjiic can feel the shards of alien and profane power heavy in their bodies, ever a reminder of their new purpose. There is some dissent and speak of rebellion but your man Jor does his best to keep them productive. The former foreman quickly filling into the role as your representative among the living. You can even feel his comfort around the Talons and Stingers playing bodyguard and wardens where once was blinding terror.

The twin Think Tanks are hard at work, Talons under their control dissecting the strange new creatures gained from your safari and the weapons and vehicles taken from the Colony.

The Osjiic Voidsinger follows Lorgul, discussing the intricacies of the Void and its power. You can feel the still living alien grow used to the idea that someday he will be like the Reborn Voidknight after Lorgul had mentioned it offhandedly.

Your power grows but you still have much to prepare for. The moon still harbors Daggers awaiting their fleet with knowledge of your presence. The same fleet due to arrive almost at the same time as the Osjiics scout fleet.