The Harmonia was a beacon, a symbol of hope in a universe teetering on the brink. But even beacons cast shadows, and in the heart of this cosmic struggle, a new darkness emerged.
It began with a subtle change, a discordant note in the melody that pulsed through the ship. Alex, attuned to the intricate symphony of their mission, felt a cold dread creep into their consciousness. Someone, or something, was siphoning their power.
The discovery was a shock. Their ability to channel and amplify the melody, the very essence of their leadership, was being drained. The once vibrant symphony was now a muted echo, a hollow shell of its former power.
Fear gnawed at them, a primal terror that resonated with the darkest corners of their mind. They were being targeted, their power stolen, their purpose undermined.
