Light.
What is light?
Is it merely a stream of energy, radiating warmth across the endless void? Is it the universe's oldest language, a celestial message carried across eternity? Or is it the key to transcend the boundaries our ancestors believed impossible to cross?
The truth proved far darker than anyone could have imagined.
The moment humanity unlocked the power to reach the stars, everything changed.
The old world descended into chaos. Humanity's endless greed and insatiable ambition finally reached their breaking point. The cradle of life—the beautiful world that had nurtured civilization for countless ages—was abandoned by its own children. One by one, they turned their backs on Earth, leaving it behind as they chased new horizons among the stars.
Thus began the Age of Spacecutting.
With revolutionary technology that allowed them to carve paths through the fabric of space itself, humanity spread across the cosmos, forever changing the history of the void. New worlds were discovered, settled, and transformed into thriving civilizations. But with every new colony, the principles that had once held humanity together slowly faded away.
Democracy withered.
In its place rose an ancient system of power—one as old as civilization itself.
Feudalism.
Kings became emperors. Governors became lords. Noble houses ruled entire star systems, and countless empires rose and fell, each believing itself destined to reign forever. Yet, like all those before them, they eventually crumbled into history.
Until the Terrian Empire.
Though only five centuries old, it achieved what no empire before it ever could. Within a remarkably short span of time, it conquered more than seventy percent of the known universe, forging the largest dominion humanity had ever seen.
Millennia had passed since the first spacecraft departed Earth, and few could have imagined that humanity would one day stand atop such unimaginable heights.
But in a galaxy ruled by emperors and nobles, peace is always fleeting.
Despite its overwhelming strength, the Terrian Empire governed with an iron fist, extinguishing hope wherever its banners flew. Its people lived beneath the shadow of oppression, where even the light of the stars seemed swallowed by darkness.
Yet even in the deepest night, there are those who refuse to kneel.
They carry no flag.
They claim no homeworld.
They answer to no throne.
They roam the stars as free souls, bound only by their own code and driven by a single ideal:
Freedom.
To some, they are criminals.
To others, outlaws.
Across the galaxy, however, they are known by one name.
Renegades.
The People of the Void.