Aboard the Red Radiant
The Red Radiant soared silently through deep space,
the shattered moon of Elvara Prime now a distant speck behind them.
In the ship's heart —
the lounge bay transformed into a makeshift celebration.
A new table was cobbled together from scavenged parts.
Drex trotted around wearing a "medic hero" sash, courtesy of Plo.
Kaelen sat in a corner, quietly enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Iselyra watched with a faint smile, polishing Frostbrand.
Jaxen, wrapped in a blanket and still sore but grinning, slumped in a chair, eating like a man reborn.
At the center of it all stood Aerin —
warm, shy, and glowing.
Her first real family outside the forests of Elvara Prime.
"To the Dawnbreakers!" Zaraya shouted, cosmic gauntlet raised.
"To the Dawnbreakers!" the crew roared back.
Aerin laughed — a sound like wind through wild leaves.
And for the first time in a very long time,
she felt free.
New Status Across the Galaxy
But peace was not the only thing rising.
Elsewhere —
in the command towers of the Velvaran Republic —
official notices blared across encrypted channels:
"Liberastra and the so-called Dawnbreakers are declared Class-A dissidents."
"Hostile to Velvaran peacekeeping efforts."
"Capture or neutralization authorized."
In pirate dens, warlord fleets, mercenary guilds, and black syndicates,
the bounties on the Dawnbreakers grew fat and tempting.
The Cult…
watched from the shadows.
Plotting.
Waiting.
And even the other four major empires began whispering about these new players—
these cosmic sparks who refused to bow, break, or fade.
Setting the Course
Later, in the Radiant's strategy chamber,
the crew gathered around the star-map projection.
Glowing lines spiraled across the galaxy.
New warnings.
New dangers.
New possibilities.
Plo pointed at a region of twisted stars and broken debris:
The Wrecked Light Belt.
"Anomalies detected," she said, scrolling the holograms.
"Ancient derelicts. Multiversal fractures.
Possibly connected to the gateways you seek, Captain."
Kaelen's shadow flickered slightly — even he seemed… intrigued.
Iselyra simply nodded once.
Aerin watched the stars with wide, awestruck eyes —
a fire kindling inside her.
Jaxen muttered:
"Yeah, sure, after almost dying, why not dive headfirst into a cursed graveyard?
Sounds fun."
Zaraya grinned wildly.
"Exactly."
"Time to break some more history wide open."
The crew laughed.
The course was set.
Toward the fractured stars.
Toward the Wrecked Light Belt.
Toward the next great legend.
Final Image
As the Red Radiant jumped into the void,
the galaxy trembled.
The Dawnbreakers had risen.
And they were just getting started
Aboard the Red Radiant
The Red Radiant soared silently through deep space,
the shattered moon of Elvara Prime now a distant speck behind them.
In the ship's heart —
the lounge bay transformed into a makeshift celebration.
A new table was cobbled together from scavenged parts.
Drex trotted around wearing a "medic hero" sash, courtesy of Plo.
Kaelen sat in a corner, quietly enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Iselyra watched with a faint smile, polishing Frostbrand.
Jaxen, wrapped in a blanket and still sore but grinning, slumped in a chair, eating like a man reborn.
At the center of it all stood Aerin —
warm, shy, and glowing.
Her first real family outside the forests of Elvara Prime.
"To the Dawnbreakers!" Zaraya shouted, cosmic gauntlet raised.
"To the Dawnbreakers!" the crew roared back.
Aerin laughed — a sound like wind through wild leaves.
And for the first time in a very long time,
she felt free.
New Status Across the Galaxy
But peace was not the only thing rising.
Elsewhere —
in the command towers of the Velvaran Republic —
official notices blared across encrypted channels:
"Liberastra and the so-called Dawnbreakers are declared Class-A dissidents."
"Hostile to Velvaran peacekeeping efforts."
"Capture or neutralization authorized."
In pirate dens, warlord fleets, mercenary guilds, and black syndicates,
the bounties on the Dawnbreakers grew fat and tempting.
The Cult…
watched from the shadows.
Plotting.
Waiting.
And even the other four major empires began whispering about these new players—
these cosmic sparks who refused to bow, break, or fade.
Setting the Course
Later, in the Radiant's strategy chamber,
the crew gathered around the star-map projection.
Glowing lines spiraled across the galaxy.
New warnings.
New dangers.
New possibilities.
Plo pointed at a region of twisted stars and broken debris:
The Wrecked Light Belt.
"Anomalies detected," she said, scrolling the holograms.
"Ancient derelicts. Multiversal fractures.
Possibly connected to the gateways you seek, Captain."
Kaelen's shadow flickered slightly — even he seemed… intrigued.
Iselyra simply nodded once.
Aerin watched the stars with wide, awestruck eyes —
a fire kindling inside her.
Jaxen muttered:
"Yeah, sure, after almost dying, why not dive headfirst into a cursed graveyard?
Sounds fun."
Zaraya grinned wildly.
"Exactly."
"Time to break some more history wide open."
The crew laughed.
The course was set.
Toward the fractured stars.
Toward the Wrecked Light Belt.
Toward the next great legend.
Final Image
As the Red Radiant jumped into the void,
the galaxy trembled.
The Dawnbreakers had risen.
And they were just getting started