A inky purple film of void light veiled the ground in a certain outpost in Venus, flares of shadow probing the air from the depths. In the middle of the outpost, a shell of the curious medium formed an ovoid of nonexistence. In it was a guardian and a ghost. Within the pocket of darkness, they pondered. What is the void? An endless expanse. A bottomless pit. An abyss of nonexistence. It never gives; it only takes away. You will never fill a bottomless pit, nor light an endless expanse. Anything in a void is invalidated into nothingness. The ward invalidates projectiles, the shot invalidates power and the nova bomb invalidates life. But why do we need these things? We do not need to protect ground; we need to protect ourselves. We do not need to take ground; We need to stop others from taking it. We do not need to take life; We need to protect ours. Banish your ward, put away your bow, and dissapate your bomb All we need, we will make ourselves.