History will tend to repeat itself.
The woman standing at the center of the transparent Codex repeated these words in her mind as she thought of the many weavings she saw- the many possibilities out there.
If she could alter them, she could.
If she could change the nature of the Imperium, she would.
But she was bound by too great a purpose.
There were others like her.
A certain Dragon Knight Emperor of the Sanctus Empress.
Another Martial Emperor similar to her in the Imperium.
A Star within the Omniversal Pillagers.
And even…Sona of the Source of Dignity.
But it seemed like all of it was unavoidable.
Like all the weavings she had seen, especially after receiving the recent weavings of genocide…
'Will the weavings of the Omniverse only stand as stable as they are with all our deaths? And you...the Weaver…are you merely a tool utilized in our destruction, or do our actions enrage you so much to warrant this?'
