It had been cycles since the Defiance and I had contained the Vortex, and we hadn’t heard from Canis, Vega, or Proxima since. It was a strange time, an odd lull in the chaos of the celestial war. Of course, it was nice to have a break from fighting, but I couldn’t help but feel on edge. Something told me this was just the calm before the storm.
Many things happened in this time. A majority of Canis’s armies had become neutral in the celestial war since my almost-execution was broadcast to the whole galaxy, not quite on our side but abandoning the Order all the same. A group of wizards previously working for the Order had approached Wiz requesting to join the Defiance. Sirius, Canis’s war general, had offered me his formal apology, then disappeared without a trace.
But most recently, and most pressing, one of the Defiance’s surveillance stars had informed me of a transmission — a message — for me.
From the Andromeda Galaxy.