Destruction comes, but subtler now, in spurts, whispers and hums. The great powers roil in internal conflict, while the prophet calls for new war. Where the enemy ends and dissatisfaction begins blurs the lines of battle. The many stir against the few, led forward by the drone of alien bees, and the words of a child on far away Tirgwenin. The powerful know war and time is against the Family. Genocide approaches. Heroes will fall, others rise and the homes of humanity shall be remade.