root-book

Starborn, that''''s my name, it’s a battlecry to my soldiers, a prayer to the believers and a curse to my enemies, to which there are many. On a billion lips that draw breath. In taverns across the spiral arm in every dark shadow, tales of me echo. Gabriel Starborn. Name''''s synonymous with legend now, etched into the metal bones of the Celestial Hegemony. It''''s a title I never asked for but was thrust upon me, as cold and hard as the iron bars of my first cage.