The city of Garanesh on the planet Optilion had enjoyed over a billion years of peaceful existence. There had been periods of unrest and a few major redevelopments, but on the whole, for most of the people who lived there, it had been a place of peace and tranquillity.
Then two days ago The Chalné had ordered the very heart of the Temple of the Flame to be removed and taken on board the giant eight mile long space craft, Leviathan. There had been no warning for the eight million inhabitants of the city, or the other hundreds of billions of inhabitants of the other six thousand or so planets of the Great Optilion Empire.
There had been rumours that the Multiverse was coming to an end. The Genova, the Angels had been seen hovering in ever larger numbers around The Temple, but no one took the non-corporeal creatures seriously. Several respected scientists had noted that no new stars had formed in their stellar nurseries for several million years, but a cataclysm ?
No, no one believed in such things. Until The Chalné packed up everything of value and seemed to be fleeing the planet.
"Sikush, we should be leaving." Said Herusher.
