The universe was dying. No one could stop it, not even The Ancients, the oldest, and most powerful beings in existence. To the lesser evolved, The Ancients were seen as Gods, and across the known Universe, great monuments were built in their honour, sprouting religions, cults, and everything in-between as they moved through the systems, blossoming like bright flowers along a winding path. The Ancients welcomed such reverence, basking in the glory of their own self-importance, and yet to them, the Beings they encountered along the way were little more than ants praying to a boot—a boot that just might step, if it wanted to. But that didn’t mean The…