Who would have guessed in the twentieth year of His Glory’s reign the peace of a galactic Dominion would be shattered.  Like a pane of glass, at first clear and strong broken by a sudden malevolent blow.  The happy prosperous people of faraway Playsaria, enjoying the fruits of the famed Pax Amaziana, now faced a monstrous crises.  Without notice, it began as only a spark in the wilderness, and unraveled in a seething strangulation of so many innocent entities.  The sickness struck at the very heart of the population.  It swept down as a wave of churning fiery death, nameless at first until all are mangled in its ravenous jaws.  Only the sane mind of Alack Troyus became a lone voice of anguish, crying out for justice in the emptiness, to end it all and bring order from chaos.