Benediction

[Darth Callidus]

The light of Hapes was distant. Drawn as a heavy shroud around the world, the Transitory Mists darkened the dazzling lights of the Cluster and suspended Terephon in an unsettling state of perpetual twilight. On the rolling moorlands to the south of Villa Solis, a darkness marred the otherwise unbroken sea of grasses and lilac-coloured heather. A shadow, drawing into it whatever light and life it touched, watching the horizon with empty eyes.

His will stretched out across the landscape, touching a familiar presence.

Come to me.