The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my

The whispers of the Vy'keen Ancients fill the air. Suddenly words etch themselves upon the marker, and then deep into my mind.

And thus the Sentinel horde congregated in the dark places of the void. There they watched in the in-between nothingness. The blackness of space.

Thy waited beyond the limits of the Outer Edge. As millennia passed they replenished, growing a force to return their order for countless ages.