Flying high above Astralis, six figures cut through violet winds that tasted of iron and distant thunder.
Four blazing suns painted the continent below in shifting crimson and gold, while rivers of molten silver carved glowing scars across endless plains of blood-red grass.
Mountains rose like the spines of sleeping titans, their peaks swallowed by perpetual storms that flashed silent lightning the color of fresh bruises.
Far beneath them, herds of continent-sized beasts migrated in slow, earth-shaking waves, their roars felt more than heard.
"So, what other factions or races are on this world?" Ash asked, voice carrying effortlessly despite the wind.
Raven flew closest, dress snapping like a war banner.
"Too many to count individually; factions come and go on worlds not directly owned. But our intel tracks another vampire clan, demi-human tribes, Abyssal World Serpents that coil around entire mountain ranges, and both Abyssal and Solar Fox clans."
