Far out in space…
The fleets of Selene, Magnus, and Kaelor tore through the stars like wolves on the hunt.
Their ships — massive, brutal, ancient — glided forward in perfect formation, banners of war fluttering from the command ships.
Selene, wrapped in cold white armor, stood at the bridge of her flagship, her silver eyes narrowing at the sight of Virelia in the distance.
Magnus, a giant wrapped in molten-red armor, barked out orders, his laughter rumbling through the comms like a landslide.
Kaelor said nothing. His fleet moved in perfect silence, shadows slipping through the void, aiming straight for the heart of the Celestial Monarchs.
They thought they had the upper hand.
They thought they could win.
But they didn't know.
Back on Virelia…
Aurora floated a few inches off the ground, eyes half-closed, the entire battlefield playing out inside her mind like a movie.
