Across countless light years of stellar matter and brilliance within the Star Seas lay the Butchering Grounds- those contested regions where civilizations bled into each other, where the strong consumed the weak in patterns that had repeated since the first consciousness looked at another and thought "mine."
And past the Butchering Grounds, where even the most desperate warriors feared to venture, one could see the Edge of Space.
The Edge was not a wall or barrier in any conventional sense.
It was where the very concept of dimension began to fray, where the three-dimensional space that most beings took for granted started folding in on itself like paper being crumpled by invisible hands.
The horizon curved impossibly, bending back and through itself in patterns that made observers' minds rebel.
