WING RACE... NO MORE!!! II

Across Star Field Aurora, civilians looked up into the sky, where the Death Star hung like a dark omen. The people felt the quiet before the storm, a heavy stillness that blanketed their cities, as if even the wind knew what was coming. Families huddled together, others gathered in temples and places of worship, whispering prayers to deities who had once watched over them.

In the military outposts, soldiers and commanders stood by their posts, watching the Death Star and its ominous glow. Some made final preparations, sending messages to loved ones, while others steeled themselves, hands on their weapons. It was a futile gesture, perhaps, but one of defiance, a refusal to submit to the fear of oblivion.