Silence fell where a universe once roared.
Not the gentle silence of a peaceful night… but a hollow, cosmic quiet born from extinction itself. The vastness around them was nothing but an endless graveyard.
Shattered worlds drifted as chunks of molten debris... stars collapsed into bleeding singularities and the skeletal remains of nebulae stretched thin like dying smoke.
Space itself was cracked, leaking prismatic fractures like wounds refusing to close.
Into this ruin, a single star materialized into view. The concealed pocket-star sanctuary, summoned by Gustav with nothing more than a weary wave of his hand.
When it fully materialized, its protective shell peeled open, and the refugees stepped out.
