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Astashica: Eternal Starborn Dominion

"Listen well, child of the twin suns. The land speaks, the winds whisper, and the rivers carry old songs. But there is one voice that does not sing, one truth that sleeps beneath your feet. The world you stand upon is not what you believe it to be."

The Xothek Galaxy is gone, consumed by its own hunger for power. The Asemeri once shaped the stars, bending light and void to their will. Their greatest creation, the Formicrons, built empires that stood for millennia.  

But Xothek fell—not to time, nor to gods, but to its own arrogance.  

The Azurevat fire erased them. Cities vanished. Kingdoms dissolved into the abyss. And the last Asemeri fled aboard the Defiance Vanguard, a warship of lost power, its runes still pulsing with ancient knowledge. They sought refuge. They found Astashica.  

A world of twin suns. A world veiled in Light. A world that does not belong to them.  

For three hundred cycles, the Asemeri ruled. They carved their names into the mountains, built their towers over rivers, but Astashica is awake. It watches. It remembers.  

Now, the shadow returns.  

Cosmus has returned. The exile. The usurper. The last remnant of a dead empire. His fleet blackens the sky. His armies rise from the abyss. And in his grasp? The final Azurevat missile—the fire that once shattered the heavens.  

And in the path of destruction, one man stands.  

Tlandar. Son of two worlds. A man of soil and harvest. A man who should have lived his days in peace.  

But war does not ask who you wish to be. It demands who you must become.  

Flee, and the twin suns will set forever.  
Stand, and awaken the Light once more.  

He takes the blade. He spills the blood. He walks the path of no return.  

The Defiance Vanguard looms overhead.  
The Azurevat fire waits in silence.  
The Formicrons stir beneath the sands.  
The ancient Asemeri cores pulse in the dark.  

But beneath it all—beneath the ruins, beneath the rivers, beneath the very bones of this world—there is something older than the Asemeri.  

Something forgotten.  
Something that was never meant to wake.  

This is not a war for land. This is not a war for power.  

This is a war for the right to exist.  

And so I ask, child of the twin suns—will you fight for the Light, or will you let the darkness take it?"

ASTASHICA: Eternal Starborn Dominion

The stolen hover vehicle tore through the skies above New Asemeri, weaving between towering spires and neon-lit highways, plasma bursts from security drones streaking past its hull.

Tlandar gripped the edge of his seat, his heartbeat a thunderous rhythm against his ribs. They were running out of time.

Ahead, the city's energy barrier pulsed, growing stronger with each second as its containment field fully powered up.

Akashma's amber eyes darted across the vehicle's interface, her fingers flicking over holographic controls, pulling up the energy grid's readout.

"There! The barrier is weakest at that point!" she shouted, pointing toward a distant section where the energy flickered faintly.

Tlandar squinted. He didn't see anything. But he trusted her.

"Are you sure?" he called over the roar of the engines.

Akashma narrowed her eyes. "It's now or never."

She pulled the hovercraft hard to the right, angling toward the unstable section of the barrier just as the drones closed in behind them.

A Glimpse of Weakness

Akashma's mind worked at the speed of instinct.

The barrier wasn't fully aligned yet—she had seen the pattern in its pulses, the momentary disruption every few seconds. Using the stolen hover vehicle's sensors, she pinpointed the fluctuation—a slight delay in the barrier's synchronization. The weak spot would only last for a fraction of a second—but it was enough.

She exhaled sharply. "Tlandar, brace yourself!"

Tlandar barely had time to react before—

A plasma blast struck their rear thrusters.

The vehicle lurched, flames licking at its hull as it spiraled toward the barrier.

Akashma gritted her teeth, fighting the controls. "Hold together, damn you!"

The energy barrier loomed ahead, glowing brighter, stronger—and yet, at the very center, a faint shimmer of instability flickered.

The window was closing.

Tlandar felt his breath hitch. "We're not gonna make it."

Akashma's eyes flashed with determination. "Yes, we will."

She yanked a manual override, diverting every ounce of power into forward thrust.

The engines screamed, flames erupting from the damaged core.

The barrier's weak point flickered one last time—

Impact and Escape

The world turned to fire and static.

For a split second, Tlandar saw nothing—felt nothing. The energy around them roared like a dying star, the force rattling every bone in his body.

The hovercraft buckled—metal tearing, sparks bursting across the controls.

The vehicle emerged on the other side, tumbling through the sky, its engines sputtering dangerously close to failure.

Tlandar coughed, his vision blurry. "Did we—?"

Akashma didn't answer. She was too busy fighting to keep them airborne.

Behind them, the barrier fully stabilized, sealing the city shut. They had made it—but barely.

But now, they were free.

And the real journey had just begun.

Breaking the Barrier