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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 Salgaran transport ship skimmed just above the treetops, gliding over the vast, open lands of Val'katl. The morning sun painted the horizon in golden hues, casting long shadows across the towering cliffs and dense jungles below.

Tlandar sat in quiet contemplation in the co-pilot's seat, watching the landscape pass beneath them. The world he once knew—Verdantis Nexus, New Asemeri, the plains and forests of Val'katl—was fading behind him.

Now, he was heading toward something entirely new.

Akashma remained focused, piloting the ship with fluid precision as they approached the Dominion of the Warrior Queens.

Tlandar had never seen this part of Val'katl's lands, and what he saw ahead stunned him.

Approaching the Salgaran Dominion

The Salgaran village stretched wide beneath them, built at the base of a towering citadel—the Sanctum of Orchids.

Unlike New Asemeri's cold metallic spires, the Salgaran village pulsed with life and movement.

As the transport ship descended, flying at a steady low altitude, Tlandar saw:

Large futuristic wheeled cargo trucks, transporting goods from across Val'katl. Hover vehicles ferrying travelers to and from the village. Foot guards clad in crimson and silver armor, patrolling the perimeter. A vast market district, filled with merchants selling food, weapons, Salgaran tech, and exotic goods from across Astashica.

Towering bronze statues of legendary female warriors stood at the village's entrance, each carved with intricate detail—expressions fierce, weapons raised in eternal vigilance.

Tlandar had never seen anything like it.

He muttered under his breath, "This place is… alive."

Akashma smirked slightly as she adjusted the ship's altitude. "Salgar's dominion has always been more than a fortress—it is a beacon."

Tlandar simply watched in awe as they approached their landing site.

The Gates of the Sanctum

The Sanctum of Orchids loomed ahead, its massive two-door metal gates gleaming beneath the morning light.

Majestic pillars lined the outer walls, each engraved with inscriptions of the Salgaran philosophy, devoted to "The Radiance of the Eternal Balance." The palace within the Sanctum stood in the distance, a monument to the Dominion's strength and wisdom.

Akashma brought the ship to a soft landing just outside the gates, selecting an unobstructed space. The landing struts engaged, and the engines powered down with a low hum.

Tlandar exhaled slowly, feeling the gravity of the moment.

He wasn't running anymore. He was arriving.

Entering the Sanctum

The ship's ramp extended, and Tlandar and Akashma stepped onto solid ground.

Two Salgaran gate guards, their armor reflecting the early light, stood in attention at the entrance.

The moment they saw Akashma, they immediately crossed their arms over their chests in salute.

"Akashma," one of them greeted respectfully. "Welcome home."

She nodded. "We have returned from Val'katl. Let us pass."

The guards stepped aside without hesitation.

With a deep, resonating groan, the massive metal doors began to open, revealing the immense hall beyond.

Tlandar watched as they entered. He had never felt smaller in his life.

The Grand Hall of the Warrior Queens

The interior was breathtaking.

Colossal pillars stretched toward the ceiling, carved with the stories of legendary warrior queens who once ruled these lands. Polished obsidian floors reflected the glow of floating lanterns, suspended in elegant formations above them. The hall was filled with Salgaran warriors and palace attendants, each moving with purpose and discipline.

Tlandar couldn't help but whisper, "This is incredible."

Akashma walked forward, unfazed by the grandeur. "You will come to understand it soon enough."

Tlandar followed, his heart steady, knowing that at the end of this path—

Chieftain Salgar awaited.

Arrival at the Dominion of the Warrior Queens