Far away from the Grand Cosmic Prodigy Convergence, in a Universe that had been all but quiet for the last few years, the heart of the Tyrannus Human Clan pulsed with cold, unyielding tyranny.
The Main Universe of the Tyrannus was a realm of absolute dominion—a vast expanse where stars burned in rigid, enforced orbits under crimson nebulae that bled like open wounds across the void.
There was no hint of freedom here—only the unshakable grip of authority, where any spark of dissent was snuffed out before it could even form, and power reigned as the sole reality.
At the center drifted the Tyrant's Citadel, a massive fortress world of black stone spires circling a trapped black sun that gave no heat, casting everything in a constant, blood-red dusk.
