Mid Sector 100 — Planet Originus
Bam
"The war is already nearing its end. Day Raven Planet is under our control, and all major battlefields are finished except one… one!!" Peon slammed the table in front of him in anger, the sound echoing heavily through the chamber. "Is this really the time for us to act like fools?!"
Around Peon, several generals and high-ranking officers lowered their heads even more, their backs straight and hands placed behind them like guilty students awaiting punishment. The tension in the hall thickened, as if the air itself had grown heavier under his fury.
Their armor was not ordinary. In general, it was golden as well, but intricate black patterns were carefully and beautifully engraved across every piece of it, flowing like dark veins of power across polished gold, giving off an imposing and almost suffocating presence.
These were the commanders of the special forces units.
