DOTLAN EveMaps

The Onyx Pentacle, ubiquity in everlasting entropy where the damned come to cast away their last shred of altruism, and become reforged upon the ashes of the mercilessly tormented. Claim sanctuary in our infernal abyss.

To our enemies, conquests, and those who choose to leave the battlefield: There will be no solace for you, only persecution. We won't stop until you are eradicated from the register of biomass and your stench is gone from New Eden. Eternally we roam...