Broken Sky

The blue planet has been burning in the flames of war for fifty years. The sky is swallowed up by the fog. The clouds are gone and the stars are silent. Rioters, rebels, and saviors all threw themselves into the meat grinder, and a huge empire rose in this sacrificial ceremony full of madness and unwillingness. The war has ceased, but the ambition is still there. The empire extends its hand to the outside of the earth... Two hundred years have passed, the wounds left by the war are no longer visible, not even a trace of scar is left. New tall buildings are rising from the ground. Human footprints are all over everything, controlling the earth and the sky. People revel and laugh, representing the children of the sun and the earth, advancing towards the universe by any means, as if everything is in their hands. But even if they don't want to admit it, the empire has entered its twilight years. The colonial mothership is crawling slowly in the void at less than one thousandth of the speed of light, and its claws have been turned into skeletons before they are even unsheathed. The new blood is not satisfied with the status quo, and they try to use more extreme methods to create more powerful warriors. But the empire's decline could not be stopped even if it had the power to melt stars, and this new warrior became the empire's gravedigger.