Prologue
EVIL persists.
It snakes and writhes its menacing form, eclipsing the
cosmic light of life with its shadowy wings of death.
But there is an evil which transcends all others.
An evil incarnate, slipping between the universal bonds;
a perpetual object of living darkness existing even beyond
the grasp of death, in bodies enshrouded in unholy energy.
No where, no when, is safe from them. They are the Lore. And they are coming.
The Magna Aura Star System exploded, the Lore having destroyed the children of the infestations that called themselves Celestians.
But not all Lore were enraptured with their victory.
“This should not have been,” the magenta one said to itself. “Time and time again, I have failed. I cannot change what has come before and what will come again—alone.”
And so help had been sought.
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