Galactic Downfall: A 20,000 Years War(Book Series 1) COMPLETED ✅

"My words....."

In the beginning, when the stars were still young and the cosmos stretched vast and boundless, there was a planet called Kepler 22B. It was a world of peace and prosperity, where its people lived without fear of what lay beyond their skies. But one fateful day, as the sun climbed high above, the very fabric of the universe tore open. A darkness, deeper than the blackest night, descended upon Kepler 22B, and in an instant, the planet vanished. Gone was the land, the seas, and every soul, leaving behind only an echo of unimaginable power that rippled through the void, a mystery that confounded even the wisest of the cosmos.

And word of this great disappearance spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of those on distant worlds. Far away, on a planet named Axelria, the people watched the heavens with a mix of awe and dread. They pondered the fate of Kepler 22B, fearing what might come next. Suddenly, from the darkness of space, a mighty shockwave descended upon them, shaking the earth to its core. The skies burned with a light fiercer than a thousand suns, and the air filled with a heat that could sear flesh from bone. The people fell to their knees, trembling and seeking mercy from the gods they believed had forsaken them. The radiation that followed was like a storm of fire, stronger than any weapon forged by man, leaving devastation in its wake. Yet, in the silence that followed, the only response they heard was the emptiness of the cosmos.

In those days, there lived a man named Alexandron, a seeker of truths hidden deep within the fabric of the universe. His journeys took him to a place of darkness and despair, a prison of vast cubes floating in the void. These prisons were not made by hands of flesh but by powers far beyond mortal understanding. One prison was as large as five Earths, its lands aflame, consumed by fiery worms, while seven parts were an ocean of molten fire as hot as the sun’s core, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness. Another, smaller but no less terrible, held a sea of lava heated to a degree beyond human reckoning, under a sky black with smoke and choking fumes. As Alexandron gazed upon these dreadful sights, he knew he had stumbled upon a force not of gods nor men, but of entities ancient and unknown, playing a game far beyond the comprehension of humankind.

And thus, for two hundred and fifty years, war raged on across the stars, a brutal conflict that scarred the heavens. Mighty armies clashed, and countless warriors fell, their cries echoing across the void like mournful dirges. The heavens were filled with the gleam of countless ships, and the cosmos itself seemed to weep for the blood that was spilled. No side could claim victory, for the war seemed eternal, an endless cycle of death and destruction. In those days, the people gazed up at the stars, seeing in them both their past and their fate. "Will this be our end?" they wondered. "Are we destined to be lost, scattered as dust among the stars?" Yet, even amidst the chaos, there burned a small flame of hope in their hearts. They fought on, believing that one day peace might return, and the cosmos would again shine with unblemished light. But until that day came, they prepared for the battles yet to come, knowing that the future was as uncertain as the stars themselves, and their struggle far from over.