The shattered shells of ten thousand worlds have been ransacked and plundered.
Each fragment, every sifting of dust, the shards of ice, even the streams of crude gasses; all matter that passes the outer zones of the Great Ring are examined, scrutinized and picked-over by the Zaldrim.
But what are they looking for?
Why do they linger in this desolate place?
What binds them to this place?What claim does it have over them?