Deep Space. The Tartarus Nebula.Time: 09:12 Hours Ship-Time.The Tartarus Nebula was dying, not in a fiery explosion, but in a wave of absolute, terrifying silence.The Harvester monolith created pale grey light which moved through the space with precise mathematical calculations. The light didn't destroy the chaotic crimson gas and dark matter particulates; it overwrote them. The light caused the nebula's violent storms to freeze instantly, turning them into solid dark matter blocks.The Order faction constructed a wall which resulted in the allied fleet becoming trapped in the enclosed area."Vael's hands flew frantically through the conductive sap of the navigation console, his pale blue face illuminated by the harsh warning lights. "The expansion rate reaches an exponential growth pattern!" The vacuum space began to crystallize because of the vacuum! The formatting wave will reach our location within four minutes at the current speed!The tactical hologram displayed a vast crim

Deep Space. The Sanctuary Cluster. Sanctuary Prime.Time: 52 Hours Post-Ambush.The Ravager drop-ship was as much like a rusted iron brick falling through a painting.Looking through the smeared, broken viewport, Elena could see the atmospheric bridges of Sanctuary Prime flying by. The capital world was a hectic, breathtaking outburst of uncontrolled biology. Mile-high trees, their violet canopies piercing the cloud formations, their huge branches held complete suspended cities made of living vines and living silk. The drop-ship was followed by flocks of huge, many-winged birds whose minds were not organized into form, wondering at the unsightly, smokeless, and smoke-polluting machine in their sky.Vael, making it hard to manage the rough pirate ship, announced: "We are nearing the position of the Genesis Forge. The Grand Archivist was seriously offended at the manual flight stick in his hands, far much preferring the conductive sap of the Root-Ship which was instinctive.Behind Vael

A true god does not need a throne to rule; sometimes, a single breath is enough.The pillar of black gravity and Phoenix fire began to recede, pulling back its apocalyptic energy into the destroyed master suite of the central keep. The concussive shockwave had destroyed all glass in the capital but the air suddenly became paradoxically and exceptionally fresh.A person appeared from the dust and rubble that covered the destroyed balcony. Sarah stepped out into the open air. She leaned against the doorframe, which had sharp stone edges, because her beautiful silk dress was completely damaged and her body was completely exhausted. She radiated a fierce and victorious Phoenix fire that expressed her complete, maternal power to all who encountered her.A mother held her baby boy tightly in her arms while she wrapped him in a piece of Earth silk that she had salvaged from her surroundings. He remained silent and he did not cry. The atmosphere reached him even though he was located miles ab