David nodded, "All units prepare to enter assault mode. We must complete the clearing mission quickly and uproot this rotten foundation."
With the order given, a low rumbling sound pierced the silence.
The giant ship slowly descended to the atmospheric edge of the Rusted Star, countless soul flames and rune brilliance interwoven to form a shield wave, suppressing and stabilizing the scorching and decayed atmosphere around.
The landing hatch opened, a multitude of witch riders clad in silver armor and flame cloaks leaped down. They swiftly formed a tight formation, their feet trampling over remnants of abandoned machinery and patches of wild grass.
The firelight reflecting off the damaged steel and twisted fragments revealed their resolute and stern faces, showing no fear even in the face of barren dangers.
