The Supernova Sonata
The city of Aethelgard was a jewel of glass and light, floating in the velvet embrace of the void. For a thousand years, it had been the pinnacle of existence, a sanctuary of art and philosophy. But the jewel was cracking. The Devourer, a sentient storm of anti-matter, was closing in, and there was no escape. Commander Valerius stood on the balcony of the High Spire, watching the horizon of the...
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