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War has an algorithm. So does extinction.
In Stellis Etheria, planets aren't conquered-they are processed. Gutted by the nomadic fleets of the Karyon, they become fractures in reality where physics itself unravels.
Koy Brasswell knows the cost of "processing." Now a soldier in someone else's war, he carries a dead civilization in his blood and a power that burns him from the inside out. He was told the Coalition protects what remains. But the closer he gets to the truth, the colder the mathematics become: some worlds were meant to vanish, sacrificed to keep the machine running a little longer.
The galaxy isn't at war. It is being administered.
And Koy is nothing more than a disposable variable.