Singed

À propos

The Fifth Transmission appearing from Neptunez. An evil elixir is destroying all sound in it's path. Far past the reachable stars, a planet grows a plant that was turned into a weapon. Its sap became the elixir, three vials of it, with enough silence to swallow an ocean. Now it is loose in the Soundverse, spreading like frostbite and leaving patches of dead frequency under every current, and by the time Poseidrax felt it, three galactical reefs had already gone quiet. The labs now sit empty, but the scientists' signal never stopped, and the Tideborn survived in ways that are still being pieced together from scorched frequencies. One signal remains unaccounted for, buried deeper than the rest, and everything points back to its source. Poseidrax is already listening.