The Fall of Ragnarok in the Oin System — A Battle Ballad
The Ennur Constellation: Where the Giants Fall
The system of Ennur is a graveyard of steel,
A cold, silent grid in the low-sec domain.
Where armor is broken beneath the fierce wheel,
And shields are erased in the shadow of pain.
The Ragnarok stood like a king in the dark,
Its weapons defying the vacuum of space.
But hunters were tracing its warp-drive and mark,
To drag the titan down from its celestial place.
The cyno was lit, and the fabric was torn,
As Snuffed Out descended like predators near.
Into the cold grid, where the chaos was born,
They brought the executioners’ cold-blooded spear. Sleep Paralysis Demon had carved out the way, His Phoenix was ready, its ammo aligned.
XL-sized torpedoes were hunting the prey,
To leave only smoking debris left behind.
Mjolnir Rage—a relentless and shattering roar,
The missiles caved in through the titan’s deep core.
The flagship had buckled, its empire no more,
As billions of ISK hit the low-sec floor.
No rescue would come through the stargate tonight,
No shield could withstand the industrial weight.
The system of Ennur saw the ultimate fight, Where cosmic leviathans met their dark fate.
And now in their staging, surrounded by walls,
The pirates are counting the plunder they found.
While quiet and cold, the Ennur system recalls The moment the ruler was brought to the ground.
Let spies crawl unseen through the darkness and screen,
Let frightened fleets scatter like herds in the deep—
For Ennur is the tomb where the titans have been,
And where the New Eden falls, bound to the sleep.