The Odyssey followed the Chrono-Weaver's coordinates, leaving the calm, strange beauty of the Axis of Time behind. They plunged back into normal, messy reality, their next destination a dark, forbidding nebula that was marked on all official star charts with a single, ominous warning: "Here Be Ghosts."
This was the Graveyard of Giants. It was not a pretty place. It was a massive, swirling cloud of dark gas and cosmic dust, filled with the skeletal remains of colossal, ancient warships.
These were not the sleek, elegant ships of their own time. These were titans, behemoths of metal from a forgotten war, fought by forgotten empires millions of years ago. Some of the wrecks were miles long, their broken hulls jagged and sharp, like the bones of dead gods.
They drifted silently in the dark, a silent, floating tombstone for a long-dead age of violence.
