In the space of Mid Sector 99—
"..."
Guardian Silas stood silently, arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed on a not‑so‑distant planet. He didn't blink, didn't fidget; he simply watched, patient and unyielding, as though time itself bent to his will.
Decades had passed since the war erupted between his empire, the Millennial Holfa Empire, and the Double Centennial Grave Empire. Decades since his homeworld—the cradle of his people, the core of their civilization—was utterly destroyed. Decades since the planets he had meticulously refined, both atmospherically and terrestrially, were overrun, razed, or stripped bare.
Decades had passed since the first signs of the Millennial Holfa Empire's end began to appear.
At first, Silas had not given the war much thought. With the covert support flowing to him, and the limited—but potent—upper‑tier power that the Double Centennial Grave Empire wielded, he had assumed that victory was inevitable, just a matter of time.
