The Broken Dawn
The Red Radiant hovered gently above the scorched landscape of Kordalis-9,
its landing struts buried in black ash.
The reactor complex behind the crew lay silent now —
sealed, stabilized, but forever scarred.
Above them, the dying sun struggled to pierce the storm-choked sky.
The Dawnbreakers stood together at the edge of the crater —
tired, battered, but victorious.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
They just breathed.
Together.
Alive.
A Quiet Moment
Kaelen knelt near the reactor ruins, one hand pressed to the ground.
His violet eyes were closed,
his shadow curling around him in soft tendrils.
He whispered something —
a prayer in a language older than most stars still burning.
Not words of conquest.
Not words of anger.
Words of release.
He was sending the freed souls onward —
beyond the fractures, beyond the pain.
Plo watched silently from Drex's back,
hugging her knees to her chest.
"You… understand them," she said softly.
Kaelen opened his eyes slowly.
"I understand suffering," he said. "And what it means to be trapped."
Plo nodded, her small face strangely solemn.
"Me too," she whispered. "In my own way."
For a moment, two very different beings —
a death-forged warrior and a cosmic researcher —
understood each other perfectly.
No more words were needed.
Gathering Clues
While Kaelen and Plo worked quietly,
Zaraya, Jaxen, and Iselyra scouted the wreckage.
Inside what was left of the old command center,
they found something unexpected:
Old Cult insignias.
Fracture experiment logs.
Genetic tampering blueprints.
Proof that the mining disaster wasn't natural.
It had been a Cult experiment site —
an early, crude attempt to weaponize multiversal fractures using living souls.
"They used the miners as… test subjects," Iselyra said, disgust twisting her voice.
"And when it backfired," Zaraya added grimly, "they abandoned it.
Left the dead to rot."
Jaxen flipped through the damaged files.
"There's coordinates here," he said. "Other sites. Other experiments."
Iselyra's grip on Frostbrand tightened.
Zaraya just smiled —
cold and determined.
"Good.
Let's hunt them.*"
Departure
The Dawnbreakers returned to the Red Radiant.
The engines thrummed to life, scattering black ash into the winds.
As the ship lifted into the sky,
Plo glanced back through the viewport at the ruined planet below.
"Sleep now," she whispered.
And for the first time in decades,
the dead of Kordalis-9 rested.
Far Beyond
In the vastness between stars,
the Cult's agents moved quietly.
New plans.
New monsters.
New fractures.
And the name whispered now in cult halls —
the name that sparked fear —
was Dawnbreakers
The Broken Dawn
The Red Radiant hovered gently above the scorched landscape of Kordalis-9,
its landing struts buried in black ash.
The reactor complex behind the crew lay silent now —
sealed, stabilized, but forever scarred.
Above them, the dying sun struggled to pierce the storm-choked sky.
The Dawnbreakers stood together at the edge of the crater —
tired, battered, but victorious.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
They just breathed.
Together.
Alive.
A Quiet Moment
Kaelen knelt near the reactor ruins, one hand pressed to the ground.
His violet eyes were closed,
his shadow curling around him in soft tendrils.
He whispered something —
a prayer in a language older than most stars still burning.
Not words of conquest.
Not words of anger.
Words of release.
He was sending the freed souls onward —
beyond the fractures, beyond the pain.
Plo watched silently from Drex's back,
hugging her knees to her chest.
"You… understand them," she said softly.
Kaelen opened his eyes slowly.
"I understand suffering," he said. "And what it means to be trapped."
Plo nodded, her small face strangely solemn.
"Me too," she whispered. "In my own way."
For a moment, two very different beings —
a death-forged warrior and a cosmic researcher —
understood each other perfectly.
No more words were needed.
Gathering Clues
While Kaelen and Plo worked quietly,
Zaraya, Jaxen, and Iselyra scouted the wreckage.
Inside what was left of the old command center,
they found something unexpected:
Old Cult insignias.
Fracture experiment logs.
Genetic tampering blueprints.
Proof that the mining disaster wasn't natural.
It had been a Cult experiment site —
an early, crude attempt to weaponize multiversal fractures using living souls.
"They used the miners as… test subjects," Iselyra said, disgust twisting her voice.
"And when it backfired," Zaraya added grimly, "they abandoned it.
Left the dead to rot."
Jaxen flipped through the damaged files.
"There's coordinates here," he said. "Other sites. Other experiments."
Iselyra's grip on Frostbrand tightened.
Zaraya just smiled —
cold and determined.
"Good.
Let's hunt them.*"
Departure
The Dawnbreakers returned to the Red Radiant.
The engines thrummed to life, scattering black ash into the winds.
As the ship lifted into the sky,
Plo glanced back through the viewport at the ruined planet below.
"Sleep now," she whispered.
And for the first time in decades,
the dead of Kordalis-9 rested.
Far Beyond
In the vastness between stars,
the Cult's agents moved quietly.
New plans.
New monsters.
New fractures.
And the name whispered now in cult halls —
the name that sparked fear —
was Dawnbreakers
The Broken Dawn
The Red Radiant hovered gently above the scorched landscape of Kordalis-9,
its landing struts buried in black ash.
The reactor complex behind the crew lay silent now —
sealed, stabilized, but forever scarred.
Above them, the dying sun struggled to pierce the storm-choked sky.
The Dawnbreakers stood together at the edge of the crater —
tired, battered, but victorious.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
They just breathed.
Together.
Alive.
A Quiet Moment
Kaelen knelt near the reactor ruins, one hand pressed to the ground.
His violet eyes were closed,
his shadow curling around him in soft tendrils.
He whispered something —
a prayer in a language older than most stars still burning.
Not words of conquest.
Not words of anger.
Words of release.
He was sending the freed souls onward —
beyond the fractures, beyond the pain.
Plo watched silently from Drex's back,
hugging her knees to her chest.
"You… understand them," she said softly.
Kaelen opened his eyes slowly.
"I understand suffering," he said. "And what it means to be trapped."
Plo nodded, her small face strangely solemn.
"Me too," she whispered. "In my own way."
For a moment, two very different beings —
a death-forged warrior and a cosmic researcher —
understood each other perfectly.
No more words were needed.
Gathering Clues
While Kaelen and Plo worked quietly,
Zaraya, Jaxen, and Iselyra scouted the wreckage.
Inside what was left of the old command center,
they found something unexpected:
Old Cult insignias.
Fracture experiment logs.
Genetic tampering blueprints.
Proof that the mining disaster wasn't natural.
It had been a Cult experiment site —
an early, crude attempt to weaponize multiversal fractures using living souls.
"They used the miners as… test subjects," Iselyra said, disgust twisting her voice.
"And when it backfired," Zaraya added grimly, "they abandoned it.
Left the dead to rot."
Jaxen flipped through the damaged files.
"There's coordinates here," he said. "Other sites. Other experiments."
Iselyra's grip on Frostbrand tightened.
Zaraya just smiled —
cold and determined.
"Good.
Let's hunt them.*"
Departure
The Dawnbreakers returned to the Red Radiant.
The engines thrummed to life, scattering black ash into the winds.
As the ship lifted into the sky,
Plo glanced back through the viewport at the ruined planet below.
"Sleep now," she whispered.
And for the first time in decades,
the dead of Kordalis-9 rested.
Far Beyond
In the vastness between stars,
the Cult's agents moved quietly.
New plans.
New monsters.
New fractures.
And the name whispered now in cult halls —
the name that sparked fear —
was Dawnbreakers
The Broken Dawn
The Red Radiant hovered gently above the scorched landscape of Kordalis-9,
its landing struts buried in black ash.
The reactor complex behind the crew lay silent now —
sealed, stabilized, but forever scarred.
Above them, the dying sun struggled to pierce the storm-choked sky.
The Dawnbreakers stood together at the edge of the crater —
tired, battered, but victorious.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
They just breathed.
Together.
Alive.
A Quiet Moment
Kaelen knelt near the reactor ruins, one hand pressed to the ground.
His violet eyes were closed,
his shadow curling around him in soft tendrils.
He whispered something —
a prayer in a language older than most stars still burning.
Not words of conquest.
Not words of anger.
Words of release.
He was sending the freed souls onward —
beyond the fractures, beyond the pain.
Plo watched silently from Drex's back,
hugging her knees to her chest.
"You… understand them," she said softly.
Kaelen opened his eyes slowly.
"I understand suffering," he said. "And what it means to be trapped."
Plo nodded, her small face strangely solemn.
"Me too," she whispered. "In my own way."
For a moment, two very different beings —
a death-forged warrior and a cosmic researcher —
understood each other perfectly.
No more words were needed.
Gathering Clues
While Kaelen and Plo worked quietly,
Zaraya, Jaxen, and Iselyra scouted the wreckage.
Inside what was left of the old command center,
they found something unexpected:
Old Cult insignias.
Fracture experiment logs.
Genetic tampering blueprints.
Proof that the mining disaster wasn't natural.
It had been a Cult experiment site —
an early, crude attempt to weaponize multiversal fractures using living souls.
"They used the miners as… test subjects," Iselyra said, disgust twisting her voice.
"And when it backfired," Zaraya added grimly, "they abandoned it.
Left the dead to rot."
Jaxen flipped through the damaged files.
"There's coordinates here," he said. "Other sites. Other experiments."
Iselyra's grip on Frostbrand tightened.
Zaraya just smiled —
cold and determined.
"Good.
Let's hunt them.*"
Departure
The Dawnbreakers returned to the Red Radiant.
The engines thrummed to life, scattering black ash into the winds.
As the ship lifted into the sky,
Plo glanced back through the viewport at the ruined planet below.
"Sleep now," she whispered.
And for the first time in decades,
the dead of Kordalis-9 rested.
Far Beyond
In the vastness between stars,
the Cult's agents moved quietly.
New plans.
New monsters.
New fractures.
And the name whispered now in cult halls —
the name that sparked fear —
was Dawnbreakers