Light Beside You

Archinsyne had long forgotten what it meant to care, what it meant to feel the warmth of a purpose burning inside him.

His days had been empty, his nights devoid of meaning, drifting through time with no attachment to the world.

But now, standing beside Ahcehera on the battlefield, he felt something he had not felt in centuries, light.

It was not just the light of the battle raging around them, the fire from burning warships, or the glow of plasma weapons cutting through the dark hordes of zergs. It was her.

Ahcehera moved like a tempest, swift and untouchable. Her blade was a streak of silver, slicing through the monstrous creatures as if they were made of air.

Every time her foot touched the bloodstained ground, it was with purpose, with a determination that rivaled even the gods.

She was relentless, unyielding, a goddess of war draped in crimson.