Friends becoming enemies, machines of immense power, and a battle waged over a millennium ago will influence the greatest event to befall Equestria. If power breeds corruption, what happens to a pony that is granted god-like power? How will the relationship of two on opposite sides fare during the tides of cold warfare? In the battle of good vs. evil, does good really always reign victorious, even amongst the dead and dying of battle? This is a tale of corruption, betrayal, and survival. The truth is not for the faint at heart.

This is my very first fanfic.

Special thanks to Thecuckoobird and Barbie1131 for proofreading. Many a typo will never see the light of day thanks to them.