DEEP VOID, DARK BLOOD

Previously

…He looked out at the endless expanse of stars, his heart heavy. He was a soldier without a war, a hunter without a quarry, yet he couldn’t stop. The faces of the lost, the echoes of their final moments, would forever haunt him. He was a guardian now, a solitary watchman in the deep void, his vigil never-ending. The fight was not over. It had just begun. He was the deep void, and the dark blood ran in his veins. He would never return. He would never be whole again. But he would watch. He would wait. And if the shadows stirred again, he would be there.