Chance EdwardsThe order was simple: control the source of the power. Study it. Harness it. Take what can be taken. That’s how the Ferox had built empires—through force and fire. But this world resisted more quietly.
Chance EdwardsThey landed like they always did—tactically, systematically, prepared for resistance. But there were no hostile natives, no planetary defenses. Just wind that moaned like it carried names and trees that bent when no breeze passed.
Chance EdwardsThe signal came in pulses—too clean for background radiation, too structured for natural interference. The Ferox Dominion’s deep-space array had long since stopped expecting miracles, but this wasn’t a miracle.