Thousands of lightyears away and a half dozen years later, Governor Ventrilles died at the hands of the Officio Assassinorum. With him died a hundred possible futures.
In his place, his half brother would rise, a man named Janus Ventrilles. If Czevak had been asked that day about the man, he’d have probably not been able to say much of anything, but he was a man of bizarre tastes, and by all counts, a man with little sense. A fool who would invite disaster upon his world.