"Book I: Legacy of the Dead"
Author: Sangaraw
The beginning of the end.
The Epilogue did not so much sail through the void as it ground through it.
The transition out of near-light speed was not a glide; it was a violent resurrection.
For forty-eight hours, the Epilogue hung in geosynchronous orbit, a silent, invisible moon.
The sphere of white fire didn't burn; it erased.
The lab on the Epilogue hummed with the sound of centrifuges.
The battlefield looked less like a war zone and more like the aftermath of a geological seizure.
The plaza was silent, save for the rhythmic, aggressive humming of Champion Ignar’s armor.
The lights in the AlterTerra Bay didn't flicker on; they slammed into existence.
While the smoke cleared over the Equatorial Front, a different kind of excavation was happening.
The city of Aethelgard, usually a symphony of light and stone, had become a cacophony of screams.
The sound that erupted from the Terran suits was not a noise that could be heard with human ears.