
Before they were gods, they were travelers.
Ten thousand years ago, a fleet of star travelers passed through Earth's solar system, walked among our ancestors, and helped seed the species we became. When the catastrophe came, they tried to clean up what they had created... with flood, with ice, with everything they had. Then they were forced to leave. The fleet has drifted ever since, remembered on Earth only in myth, scripture, and song.
Now their children are back. And they are not alone.
A hidden enemy within the fleet has been hunting them for generations, and the plague tearing through Earth's hospitals didn't come from any animal. The dying old engineer in one of those beds was marked by the fleet's watchers when he was a child. He was always going to be the answer. He just never knew there was a question.
Two dying civilizations. One war ten thousand years in the making. One last chance to end the drift.
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