The Terran Concord has ruled the stars for millennia, bending suns to their will, raising worlds from dust, and building an empire that stretched across the galaxy. But against the K’tharr—an enemy from beyond comprehension—the might of humanity is nothing.

On the eve of extinction, the High Command is annihilated. The fleets are broken. Entire worlds unmade. And in the ruins, one man stands alone: Sector Admiral Augustus Caesar, twenty-nine years old, now the last surviving commander of humanity’s war machine.

His orders are clear. Hold the line. Buy seventeen minutes of survival. Protect the Exodus—a billion souls in cryogenic stasis, the last spark of human history—long enough to escape into the void.

But when the Invictus burns, and the fleets fall silent, Augustus must choose between despair and destiny. For on his shoulders rests the final burden of an empire: to carry its memory, its people, and its hope into a new galaxy… or die with the last stars of mankind.

I have high fever 🤒 🤒 🤒. So I can't write. But the day after tomorrow I will write a whopping 5 chapters....


Chapter 8 - Announcement