For if I saw an Angel Lying in a field of gold Then I would be the poorest man But happy all the same

Sentinel Prologue It was an omen of things to come. The night sky lay like a blanket of black satin laced with diamonds covering Galor. Like it had done since before even the first beings had gazed into its inky depths. Before the tribes had told stories of the great star gods. Before the shamans had screamed in guttural tones of mighty beings of light that had done battle in the heavens against beings of great evil. They spoke of how these Angels had martyred their bodies upon the great fiel...