Middle Sector 100—
Caesar stood before the vast war map, his wide eyes gleaming with a predatory focus. He did not merely glance at the sprawling display—he devoured it with his gaze, as though he meant to carve every line, every speck, into the walls of his memory for eternity.
The map itself was no ordinary creation; there were no valleys or rivers sketched across it, no mountains or borders. Instead, it was a canvas of endless black, and upon that darkness were scattered a multitude of glowing dots of various sizes, each one representing a world, a fortress, or a point of life waiting to be claimed.
