The golden afternoon sun of Ignis Prime cast long, elegant shadows across the newly forged basalt terraces as Kai issued his final commands, his deep voice carrying an absolute certainty that left no room for hesitation or doubt, perfectly mirroring the limitless potential of his sovereign domain.
Kaelen slammed the butt of his dark-matter halberd against the polished obsidian bedrock, pledging to guard the World-Tree and the refugee camps with his life while the fleet was away, while Zara immediately tapped her communication slate to order her elite Wyrm cavalry to secure the transit gates against any lingering loyalist saboteurs.
