The Ancient Lineages had no idea what was coming.
They slumbered in their pride, stretched across their fragmentary dominions, believing time would always bend to their whims. But power…true power, had always demanded a price.
And power had just changed hands…silently!
Far beyond Ethemia, past the veil of stars that folded light into wonder, there lay the Star Seas!
Endless seas stars that stretched for millions of miles.
Star Seas that stretched out for…Light Years!
In a small, insignificant corner of these Star Seas.
A sea of starlight, viscous and thick, where stars pulsed like hearts and ancient moons drifted like slow-thought dreams could be seen.
Rivers of purple blue aurora wound through the region, glistening with the breaths of collapsed suns, and comets sang trails of glasslight behind them.
Within this majestic quiet, a ripple formed.
Then a scream.
It wasn't sound, not exactly.
It was wrongness.
Something vital unraveling at the seams.
