WINGRA-7

The final moment hung in the stillness of space. The Wing Race watched as a searing beam of light gathered at the Death Star's core, coiling with destructive energy. It was the end, and they knew it. There was no sound in space, but in the hearts of the Wing Race, a cry echoed—a cry of defiance, of love, of loss.

And then, the beam descended, a lance of pure annihilation, erasing everything it touched.

The Death Star loomed against the velvet backdrop of space, an embodiment of mechanical supremacy and silent dread. Its core thrummed with a gathering energy, an ominous heartbeat felt across the system. In the depths of its vast machinery, the cosmic annihilation cannon was preparing to unleash unparalleled destruction. Technicians worked in shadowed control rooms, lights flickering as they fueled the machine's heart, focusing its energy toward the distant created defense ring planet, the Wingra-7, a mini world at the farthest reaches of the Wing Race's home planet.