"Your old life was a single pixel," the voice said. "We will teach you to paint with galaxies."
A vessel so sleek, so impossibly black, it seemed to drink the starlight. It descended without a sound, its hull shimmering with a liquid-metal iridescence that hurt to look at. A single, pale beam lanced out, enveloping Kael’s ship. He didn’t feel fear. He felt… chosen . darkorbit uber protegit
the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up." "Your old life was a single pixel," the voice said
"So," he said to the voice. "What’s next?" so impossibly black
