The fleet pierced through the void and descended toward a desolate world bathed in an ashen light.
Its surface was cracked and scorched, stretching endlessly in all directions like the withered skin of a dying beast. Winds howled across the dunes, kicking up black sand that danced in the air like ghosts of a forgotten past. Not a single trace of life could be seen. No birds, no beasts, not even a stubborn weed clung to the dry soil. Just silence and death.
The place was called Dead Lands, and the name couldn't have been more fitting.
Long ago, a thriving civilization had called this world home. At that time, the planet also had another name. They challenged the authority of the Intergalactic Council. When they lost and refused to submit, their entire planet was reduced to ruin. No survivors; only scorched cities buried beneath the sand, and a sky forever stained with the memory of annihilation.