"Mortal life forms," the voice of the alien flagship boomed, colder than space, vibrating directly into the minds of every living being on the planet. "Your defiance has ended. Your world is now designated for harvest. Prepare for final cleansing."
The True Guardian stood alone on the platform overlooking the Sky-Shatter Basin, their golden-violet eyes fixed on the descending apocalypse. Thousands of colossal warships, their sickly green lights burning with furious intensity, blanketed the entire sky, blotting out the stars. Their undersides pulsed with a unified, terrifying emerald radiance, preparing for a full-scale planetary assault. Below, the Alliance camp erupted in a fresh wave of terror, quickly followed by desperate, defiant shouts.
This is it, Yueling, Li Chen’s consciousness
