By Barrington J. Bayley
From the Garlowe Clusters within the north to the Veils of Darkness within the south, the megastar country sprawled over approximately a 5th of the galaxy. So large was once this realm that those that tussled for energy over it appeared not able to understand that it confronted annihilation via the Patch, a roving quarter of unusual pseudo-energy a light-year throughout which tired the life-force from any dwelling factor it encountered.
The Patch had moved into the dominion and was once systematically feeding on method after process. Cynically unperturbed through the appalling demise, the royal homes in basic terms attempted to contain the Patch of their machinations, to the level that civil warfare broke out yet again. yet within the occasion, the Patch was once to supply the an important consider the fight for absolute energy. The Annihilation Factor!
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