"A long time ago, son, there was a great war, one of the greatest ever to wrack the Inhabited Realms. From the ashes of this calamity, two great powers rose: the Great Universal Empire and the Praenuntian Union. But no world is big enough for two such nations. Again, they fought, the former reluctantly and the latter vainly, as their world turned to ashes and smoke around them. When the Empire won, there was nothing left to win for. Their machines remained, but their people had been decimated, their cities razed, and all trust between powers lost. It is said that an otherworldly power came, then, and offered a new world, sparkling with potential, if they would only bow down and follow them. Rulers of nought but dust, they agreed, and it is said that they were brought to another land, where they met a people so much like how they used to be that they wept for what they had lost. Inspired, they rebelled from their cammarolian masters and used their ability to wormhole away, never to be seen again. Some say that they died in the depths of space. Others say that they will return one day to reestablish themselves when the time is right. Still others believe that they will one day return, The Empire of olde become, claiming their inheritance of all the inhabited realms."
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