The great tree creaks and groans in its death throes. The size of it now consumed the city centre, with great tendrils descending from its browning foliage.
The Tree was dead, all of its fruit harvested by Zucceta's forces, and with its death so did the planet.
Zucceta crosses her arms with a smirk, before casting her eyes to the stars. The Arcosian empire was shattered, and it was up to her to sweep up the remains, stick it back together as part of the Solar Empire.
And, with those thoughts, she ascends to her great vessel, The Imperator. She would return home, first.