'I am Inching ever closer… I can feel it like I am pressing my face deeper into a rotting corpse… I can smell the stench of the decaying corpses of my brothers and sisters. How can nobody else smell the pollution? Why is the universe not deaf when the screams of the dead emanating from this place are so loud… this place is cancer…'
A silver line that appeared to stretch till eternity yet still resembled a short thread entered the Empire-controlled spaces of Trion, carried by invisible streams of Aether that propelled it to speeds that were far faster than light.
For such a powerful civilization, it was a mystery why Trion only controlled such a few Minor Worlds when they could have tens of thousands under their rule. The universe was vast and they had the power to take a healthy portion of the pie, but this was a minor mystery for this enigmatic civilization, they chose to remain in a tiny corner of the universe, holding less than three hundred Minor Worlds.
