The brightest among them, Sirius burns with purpose and pride. He is the blade that cuts through shadow, the shield that guards the legacy of Sol. Yet, beneath the blinding light, there is doubt—a whisper in the dark corners of his mind that perhaps this path is not enough, that perhaps burning alone is not living.

He trains often with Epsilon Eridani, perfecting forms of celestial combat. When the shadows of Antares are whispered in the void, it is Sirius who burns brighter, casting light where darkness creeps.