On the night the meteorite fell, Ayoti, a blacksmith in the Republic of Sangar, was brewing medicine for his pregnant wife. He made a wish on a shooting star, hoping their child would be born safely. Before he could finish his wish, the sky was torn apart.
Void energy surged in like a tide, and human civilization teetered on the brink of collapse within 72 hours. Mutants devoured cities, the Church sowed seeds of destruction in the name of "holy water," and a purple ray of annihilation hurtled toward them from deep space at nearly the speed of light.
This is not an epic about heroes saving the world.
This is a story about ordinary people: soldiers, teachers, engineers, nurses, fishermen, and even a rich young woman with a yacht, all choosing not to retreat.
From Earth turning to ash, to an ark drifting through deep space; from 870,000 survivors struggling to stay alive, to a civilization of 60 billion being reborn on the Morning Star.
Two hundred years of blood and tears, passed down through six generations.
For the sake of tomorrow, they gave today to the darkness.
This is a requiem for all the ordinary people who stood guard.
