Within the galaxy, in a separate plane detached from the layers of reality itself, in a vast chamber, various beings gathered. They were entities from countless races, Voidwalkers, Celestials, Ignivores, Cryonids, and many others, each one exuding an aura of ancient power and authority. The atmosphere was tense, for this was no ordinary meeting. They were assembled to discuss a matter that could shape the fate of countless worlds.
The invasion of another galaxy.
"So, it's confirmed then?" one of the Voidwalkers asked, his deep voice carrying through the chamber like a slow echo. "These white-winged freaks are truly from another galaxy, huh?" His tone was sharp, yet his lips curled into a smile, one that revealed his anticipation rather than concern. Unlike the others, who wore various calm expressions, the Voidwalker looked eager. He craved the chaos, the bloodshed, the destruction, the intoxicating madness that only war could bring.
