The Enzoet Shatterstorm 

“They all had names before they were gravel. Now there’s no metal worth mining, not even any worlds left to die on.”

• Independent Salvager Log, Enzoet Fringe

A graveyard of shattered worlds, where planet crackers were unleashed without restraint. Every planetary body was broken into drifting fragments, entire systems reduced to barren asteroid fields with nothing left worth the Tenebrium to contest. In the aftermath, both sides reached the same conclusion: if the war continued on that path, the galaxy itself would not survive. The Enzoet Shatterstorm remains a scar across space, a monument to restraint.