From publisher blurb:
The stars weep in silence, their mournful light falling upon a galaxy fractured and decaying. Once, the Vryth Sentinel stood as a bulwark against the tide of annihilation, warriors of unmatched discipline and purpose, bound by an oath to shield the Known from the chaos lurking in the void. They were guardians, priests, and scholars, wielding weapons forged in the heart of dying stars and guided by an unshakable faith in the sanctity of existence. For centuries, their name was whispered in reverence and fear, a legend that spanned the eons. But legends crumble, and even the strongest oaths break under the weight of betrayal. Now, the Sentinel is no more. Their fortresses lie in ruins, their teachings scattered like ash on the wind. The galaxy that once depended on their vigilance has forgotten them, left to fend for itself in an age of rising shadows. The Ashborn Circle burns its path of destruction, claiming that only through annihilation can rebirth be achieved. The Veil Consortium, greedy and unrepentant, weaves its tendrils of corruption into the heart of every star system, ensuring that no resistance can rise against its dominion. And in the midst of this chaos, the ancient horrors the Sentinel once kept at bay stir from their long slumber. In the depths of despair, a flicker of hope ignites. Among the scattered remnants of the Sentinel, whispers emerge of a signal, faint but unyielding. It emanates from Tythar Spire, the most hallowed of their strongholds, thought lost in the Sentinel’s final days. The message is simple and haunting: “Awaken. Return.” The ruins of Tythar Spire hold the last secrets of the Sentinel’s glory, but they also hold the truth of its downfall. Was it treachery from within that sundered the order, or an ancient force too great to resist? Those brave or desperate enough to answer the signal will face trials that will test their resolve, uncovering both the forgotten might of the Sentinel and the darkness that destroyed it. For the galaxy teeters on the brink, and the need for the Sentinel has never been greater. Will their scattered embers flare into a new light, or will the Known be consumed by the encroaching void? The ruins wait, their halls heavy with silence and secrets. The Sentinel waits, a ghost in the void, yearning to rise once more. This is not a story of victory—it is a story of survival, redemption, and the struggle to reignite a flame long thought extinguished. The fate of the stars may rest in the hands of those who dare to tread the path of the Sentinel, but beware: some truths are best left buried, and some oaths can only be paid in blood.