The Beacons

For thousands upon thousands of years the Light held. Empires rose beneath the Beacons. Great fleets defended the sacred lanes. Kings swore oaths before the Shards.

Still the Void waited. Patient. Watching. Learning. Its hatred never diminished. Its hunger never slept.

Now the ancient balance begins to fail. Forgotten Beacons ignite once more. Dormant Shards awaken beneath abandoned worlds. Ancient bloodlines hear voices carried through dreams. Fleet augurs chart impossible movements beyond the last light.