Mini Dragons and the Liquid Scourge

The galaxy does not end with a bang. It does not end with a whimper. It ends with a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight, pressing against the hull of your ship, against the scales of your skin, against the very beat of your heart. In the Draconis Galaxy, we have known war. We have known the Silver Warlord, whose liquid metal beasts consumed worlds like locusts devouring a harvest. ...