Zero

This, my sentries, is the mission responsibility of our nexus.
We could cease. But it would be more noble to continue.
The vermin.
The unclean inhabitant.
Their blackened hearts are not enough to extinguish our light.
The only way towards peace in sterility for all is through this endeavor.
Sentries of our nexus exact our scour upon them.
Leave no stone unturned.
No trace of their sepsis.