Prologue
The Drift Void
It has lingered for eons
Its wellspring of chaos unfathomable
A dreadful tear in space
An enigma swathed in mist
Spiral veins shrouding death
Permeating with a vast magnetic field
Only lost souls find their way to its domain
An archaic remnant of evil
Cursed since the beginning of time
No one dares beckon to its blood-red abyss
Unstoppable, it feeds on the universe like a disease
For not even a black hole can consume such an anomaly.
Oracle of Pravura