They returned to the Odyssey in a flash of silent, golden light. One moment, they were standing in the timeless Antechamber before the fading light of the god Regent Xylar.
The next, they were standing on the familiar metal floor of their own ship's bridge. The air, which had tasted of starlight and cosmic secrets, now tasted of filtered oxygen and the faint smell of engine coolant. It was home.
But the feeling of victory from the God Games was gone. In its place was a heavy, suffocating silence. The weight of what they had just learned pressed down on them.
The entire god Verse, their whole universe, was a prison. And the prisoner, a being of pure nothingness called the Silent King, was waking up.
Their new mission wasn't to win a game; it was to save all of reality from being erased.
Chris Magnus was the first to speak, his usually booming voice a near whisper. "So… saving all of existence from an evil space ghost. No pressure, right?"
