The Shadow War is over. The Shadows left the galaxy, going beyond the Reach. The young races work together in peace and harmony as part of the noble United Alliance, under the leadership of the Blessed Delenn, and under the protection of the formidable Dark Star fleet led by the "Shadowkiller", General John Sheridan. The Narn and Centauri are reconciled, the Minbari are reforming their Gray Council, and Z'ha'dum is a world guarded day and night by the Vorlon fleet.

It was a dream created from hope in the darkest of days, but now that hope is gone, and the dream went with her. The alliance is far from united - divided, disintegrating and stricken with grief. Sinoval gathers a council among the ruins of Golgotha, where everyone will have to face the future and prepare for it. On Minbari, on Centauri Prime, on Kazomi-7 on Babylon 5, and even on Z'ha'dum itself, the flames of war flare up. And somewhere else, black ancient dead eyes are watching this, waiting for the moment when they will be able to do more than just watch...