Orpheus' avatar sat on a stool in his pitch-black meditation chamber, buried deep within the memory core of the 930th Ancient, the two runes on his dark hands glowing brilliantly as he grasped the mask on his face. No amount of force exerted on the cursed object could remove it...
When the wave came in, the stool tilted over, flinging him across the chamber at high speeds before leaving him on the ground. He writhed in agony for minutes before getting up on his two legs, which began to falter as soon as he regained balance, sending him to the ground once again.
A wall of the chamber then lit up, its reflective surface revealing something odd... A small, crack had formed on the matte black mask, releasing a small ray of purple light...
Orpheus almost immediately rose from the cold floor. With a weak wave of his hand, the mirror-like walls of the mysterious room shattered, revealing a window to the void, the chaotic events unfolding right before his eyes.
Ancient rifts that had been held open for eons collapsed one by one, ships began popping in and out of the void... and it all came to a stop.
Moments after the wave dissipated, the Ancient commanded his void-dwellers to locate the source of the emission, speaking in an arcane language known to only a few in this galaxy...
A single craft exited a spatial tunnel near the planet, the insides decorated with exactly 934 runes which were all unique from one another. Its hull was as dark as the night sky, which made it hard to see with the naked eye. However, like all Orphean designs, there were multiple glowing etchings in its hull, that kept it from becoming 100% invisible to the people below.
Upon arrival, a small white orb, around the size of two or more humans, was released from the ship, entering the planet's atmosphere in a matter of minutes. It activated a brake of some sort as it descended...