“If you insist,” Deadlight said from beside her. “Equestria has surrendered to hostile invaders. The princesses have been captured and Canterlot is being enslaved.” He spoke without bitterness, though his voice was plenty callous. Lightning Dust understood why. Deadlight was a fossil of a dead civilization, almost as old as Luna and Celestia. He had survived the death of everything he loved, and now he had to live to watch time erase it all.