The world outside the ship's windows suddenly stopped stretching and twisting. The strange, colorful lights of faster-than-light travel vanished, replaced by the familiar deep black of normal space, dotted with stars.
The ship, the Odyssey, had arrived. It hung in space, silent and majestic. Its metal skin no longer looked plain. It now had a faint, steady glow of dark purple energy, a sign of the incredible power it now held.
This energy didn't flicker or waver; it was solid and calm, a sign of perfect control.
Then, a voice boomed across the entire sector. A voice that everyone heard in their minds. It was the god Warden.
"BEHOLD, SECTOR GAMMA. THE ODYSSEY HAS RETURNED. YOUR LORD, RYAN STONE, HAS COME HOME."
The message was simple, but its power was huge. On every planet, in every outpost, and on every ship in the sector, people stopped what they were doing.
