(Asking for monthly votes at this neither-early-nor-late midpoint. Mainly because I suddenly remembered it.)
Over the next few days, everyone studied the same question:
What had happened at the limit of the Abyss?
This was probably one of the ultimate questions ever since intelligent life had emerged in the Void. I thought Father God and the "Crazy Girl" on Huron's side must have considered it countless times before, but clearly, it was not an easy question to answer.
You had to jump into the Abyss Gate, surrounded on all sides by mad devourers and corruptors. You had to resist attacks from everywhere while fighting the urge for destruction rising from the depths of your own heart. You had to advance through that environment without encountering even the slightest jolt beyond the threshold. What protected you were several layers of shields and armor that weakened every second. The instant they were breached was the moment everyone aboard died. In the Abyss's territory, even Empire warships capable of traversing worlds or Starfield Gods could not find a way to escape. If you wanted to see the scene at the limit of the Abyss, the only choice was to close your eyes and sink all the way down, hoping luck stayed with you and allowed you to reach that possibly peaceful region alive. As for returning... the chances were slim.
It was a journey daunting enough to make anyone back away just by imagining it. The feeling of constantly moving forward under the pressure of death would follow you every step of the way. The fearless Empire Army and the powerful God Race expeditionary forces had both failed to reach that point. The only thing in history that might have completed the journey was a beacon wreckage: it had the strongest shields and