In the dark expanse of an unknown region of space, far beyond the reach of the Milky way, a ship drifted silently.
It was an enormous vessel, sleek and organic in design, like it had been grown rather than built.
Its hull shimmered with a faint, otherworldly light, reflecting the cold glow of distant stars millions of light years away.
Inside, the atmosphere was eerily calm, almost serene — yet it was heavy with power.
In a large chamber at the heart of the ship, six alien figures stood around a shimmering projection, silhouetted by the dim light.
They were tall and regal, each one of a different species, looking both terrifying and magnificent in their stature.
Their eyes glowed faintly as they focused on the scene before them — a live feed of the Telorn system.
The scene was of the barren, desolate planet.
Gorath.
They watched as a lone figure, clad in gleaming crimson armour, went from city bunker to city bunker and slaughtered with no end or mercy.
