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.
Chance EdwardsDevotion became decay. Priests who once healed the land now carved runes into their skin, drinking sap infused with Void fragments.
Chance EdwardsThe Shrine did not wait to be discovered—it reached out, like a hand pressing through the soil of the subconscious.
Chance EdwardsThe Dendro were once the gentle breath of Denzaga—stewards of harmony, protectors of ancient groves, interpreters of the soil’s pulse.