The New Faction

Across the stars, a colossal, sleek ship emerged from hyperspace—a vessel far beyond anything the Rhytil or the Alliance had ever encountered. Its design was alien, even by the standards of the Rhytil—sleek, metallic, and flowing like liquid metal, with strange, geometric patterns shifting across its surface.

The Rhytil High Command was the first to detect the unknown ship as it sliced through their radar systems. Commander Kri'tar snarled as he received the transmission.

"Who dares enter our territory?" Kri'tar demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief.

A voice echoed through the comms, deep and resonant with an unnatural, almost musical quality. "We are the Tathrians. And you, Rhytil, have overstayed your welcome."

The message sent shockwaves through the Rhytil fleet. The Tathrians were a species long spoken of in hushed tones—a race even the Rhytil feared in their darker corners. They were ancient, their technology a mystery, and their influence had stretched across the galaxy long before the war between the Alliance and the Rhytil had even begun.

The Rhytil, already dealing with the human resistance, were now confronted by this new, ominous power.