“The galaxy is broken,” Lexxia had informed the Academy of Spirit-Sciences. “Dying. We harnessed the greatest power in the universe without properly understanding it, now we have reaped the consequences of that folly.”
She looked out over the audience seated in the amphitheater. It was a sparse group, thinned out and indifferent. She hadn’t expected anything more. It was not a popular theory.
“The source of that power is inside us all, as you know. It is the Salaxastrum, the Spirit-Element. Those adept enough to manipulate that energy can draw upon it. When this is done properly, with the appropriate training and discipline, wonders can be accomplished. When it is not…”
She looked to her assistant and the young woman brought up an image on the great screen that stood behind her. It depicted the rifts that cut across the galaxy like jagged scars. It was as if space itself were cracked like glass and prepared to shatter.
“But we have discovered something in what was broken that may allow us to repair it,” she promised, looking to her assistant. “Bring out the specimen,” she commanded.