"That I'll believe," is Dylan's dry response. Careful planning and the aid of as many allies as possible are the only ways that he can see to destroy the Abyss, if that's what it is they need to do. As if trillions of Magog weren't enough of a threat, there was their creepy as hell supposed god to deal with, too, as well as the hints that this is all part of some grander plan on the Abyss' part.

And facing that, Dylan and his crew. One captain, one ship, and the less than fifty worlds they've managed to pull together into an alliance.

"I don't know the name," he admits. "I ... suspect that your world and mine are rather different."