The Ravager’s March: Against the Horde of Legends

Somewhere along the border between the Nihilith Clan and the Structurith Clan, the encampment of the Aqua Astro and Gravity Astro stood firm under the command of Hildred, the Astro Lord. The arranged tents of both stations swayed gently under the whisper of the cold night wind, their insignias casting eerie shadows under the evening dim light. Astro team patrolled in calculated silence, their movements synchronized like the steady ticking of an unseen cosmic clock.

From the far Northeast, a streak of motion blurred through the darkness, Dunstan, moving at supersonic speed, his form barely more than a phantom against the shifting terrain. As he neared the encampment, his pace gradually decelerated until his boots struck the ground in measured strides, the dust rising in fleeting swirls behind him. Without hesitation, he stepped inside a distinctive tent, larger and more fortified than the others, the fabric embroidered with the mark of command.