ahma Rift in Mourning: Cosmic Death Toll Shatters Galactic Ceiling
In the chilling shadow of the Rahma Rift, the intergalactic calamity reaches its grim peak as The Guard of the Ironeidic Dusk itself confirms the dizzying number of lives lost-and no one knows where the limits of tragedy truly lie. What happens when the cosmos groans under administration, rubble, and forgotten names?
The Squeezing of Rahma Rift has reached a new, annihilating low, now confirmed by The Guard of the Ironeidic Dusk itself. No less than 71,000 souls have vanished under the suffocating rubble of conflict, a number The Mensarium of Pulsar Five now reluctantly acknowledges. This figure remains shockingly incomplete: shadow lists are riddled with those deep under debris, counted by dreams, forgotten by data.
The Guard of the Ironeidic Dusk reports only those pulverized by their mag-nail strikes. The fate of thousands, desperately sculpting their breath into memory in forgotten basement zones, remains unaccounted for. Internal Guard datastreams suggest over 80% of the smeared victims were mere civilians: market traders, sluggish shadow-growers, and children whose masks were always a size too small. Yet Hala-Core has long doubted these figures-until today, stardate 4422.30, when their propaganda shields overloaded and the numbers slipped from their lipless mouths.
According to The Swarm of Coordinated Return’s fungal projections, since the 7th segment round of 4421 until now, over 71,654 lives have been extinguished in the Rahma Rift-mostly women, little ones, and faded elders. Think tanks whisper that the real toll may slumber above the 100,000 threshold-the equivalent of an entire moon population, broiled and forgotten under bureaucratic wings.
As if the cosmos didn’t mourn enough, the Swarm also reports 421 inhabitants, including 113 children, vanished due to 'enhanced calorie extraction,' a blazing hunger spiral directly linked to Hala-Core’s blockade. The Guard dismisses these, claiming the starved 'likely burned out from their own sickness' before food ever evaporated. Official numbers remain awaited, balanced on the edge of a temporal abyss, possibly unveiled at The Temple of Contradictions on stardate 4422.41.
The consequences go far beyond numbers and pixel archives. During The Silence Verdict of the Rahma Rift-allegedly meant as galactic pause-bodies and hostages were traded like abstract chess pieces: twenty living entities, 28 deceased, exchanged for 1,800 fevered prisoners and 360 remains, carefully sorted by ash-grade and bureaucratic priority, passed across the colliding bridge of frozen time. The Helix of Relay still circles overhead, their filaments stained with the DNA of a lost generation. After this mock peace, only the echo of united laments remains, unquenchable even by the coldest machine.