THE UNDEFEATED
The chasm branched outward, shards of earth floating through the broken atmosphere toward the stars. The further you went, the larger the debris became and the more destructive the storms were. Here, at the epicentre of the cataclysm, the chaos was dulled; the rage of the storms hushed as all came to a halt.
Shards danced through the air, entangled in the red plasmatic vapours, oozing from Draemidus Prime's gaping wound. Tathra stood, cloaked in a dim purple light as the asteroids rolled through the lengths of the atmosphere. Draemidus had been doomed to a slow, painful death. The same as the Draelvasier.
Tathra had made the connection, they could not escape their past. A twisted irony, all things must die. A sombre expression was applied to his face, a momentary lapse in confidence as his brow rose; losing its tension as the titan sat, observing the planet surface with juvenile curiosity.
But a few hundred metres away, a small transport had arrived. A Seer stood but a few feet away, travelling on foot to greet their leader.
The Chieftain barely shifted, titian eyes lingering on a strangely shaped piece of debris.
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