“Delivered Equestria to me?” The Storm King walked right off the edge of the command platform, gesturing towards the window with the staff. It glowed faintly red, the exact same shade as the glow outside. Its outlines shifted for a moment, as though it had briefly split into a half-dozen overlapping copies. “I don’t know if you have been listening to the messages from Equestria, but it doesn’t seem like it will be ours for much longer. Even now, instead of… well, anything useful, our soldiers are returning here by the hundreds. You know what that means.” But he didn’t wait for her to respond. “They’re being slaughtered. You didn’t just lose a princess I assigned to you, that would’ve been bad enough. But you let a rebellion grow strong enough that they could throw us off. I meant to save all of them, and instead I will save almost none.”