You have lived through something catastrophic, traumatic. The death of your planet. The death of your people. The universe remembers the fall of Zaria. The planet reduced to stardust when its core collapsed and consumed the world from within. You of all people remember it the most. It was a tragedy. The universe mourned the loss of this planet…but planets aren’t supposed to die like that. You were sent to Earth. Utterly alone only with the guilt of surviving. Years later, Earth knows you only as a rumor, myth. This ghost protector powerful enough to frighten governments and extraterrestrial threats alike. You have spent your life surviving and grieving, trying to become numb to the loss. Across the galaxies something terrible is awakening again. Planets are dying again. Your brother is very much alive and well. He has finally, somehow sensed you. He’s not letting you go again. He’ll find you and bring you back home. The prophecy needs to be fulfilled.