In the already busy skies…then came the ships of desperation.
Twelve colossal vessels- black and white warships, their hulls carved with jagged armor plating and glyphs of battered valor, sliced through the sky like grieving wolves.
They bore the blazoned crest of the Aurorax Dynasty, a fractured sun wrapped in iron thorns.
Each ship thrummed with low, melancholic energy.
A dynasty on the brink.
Within the foremost warship, the pressure was suffocating.
The Aurorax Throne sat upon a throne of obsidian-reinforced Evolutius metal. His body was a fortress- a burly giant carved from flesh, grit, and Celestbone, with forearms like plated columns and eyes dimmed from too many burdens carried too long.
Behind him stood his wife, a Luminblood Stage Astral Core Ascension entity, her elegance weathered but not broken. Her long gray-blonde hair was braided.
She stepped forward quietly.
"Husband," she said gently, but firmly, "a choice has to be made."
Her voice trembled with clarity.
