Then came the whispers of

The world of Epsilon was dying.

“No,” she said, and pressed a key. “I made a tomb.”

Theron landed his Colony Ship on the null city’s edge. No combat. No resistance. Because there was no ground. He stepped off the ship into the fracture.

He zoomed out on his map. Far beyond the void, at coordinate -999: -999, a single city existed. Not an island. A city floating in null data.