There was once a light, hope. The light shine, and we get back, to our home. But hope couldn't save our home, chaos, death, destruction. Like a mantle of void and blood, our brothers and sister were massacred, battles that lasted weeks, pain and agony as our blood left us. We had little time. The last of us ran through the Gateway, we had to help, we had fight. We all got through, unsure if we would ever going to go back. Blood, Stars, Infinity. The the three powers battle for food, vengeance and suvival. The Gateway, was silent. The sound of infinity covering its corridors. Hope had went out.
With that last log recorded on Gateway One, the Zankaran Republic went silent. A few stayed, hidden by the unknown of the void, waiting their brothers and sisters to come back, but they had lost hope. Only time will determine if they will survive and prosper. The sound of nothingness is now the only thing heard of a once infinite empire...
