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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 sky over Boulderkeep Stockade was dark with storm clouds, the wind carrying the scent of metal, ash, and distant war. The great fortress, carved into the rocky cliffs of southeastern Val'katl, loomed like an unyielding sentinel, its walls lined with defensive turrets and watchtowers scanning the skies.

Tlandar led the Salgaran war machines toward the stronghold, their thrusters roaring as they broke through the mountain winds. Two hundred Formicrons descended in perfect formation, a fleet of warriors clad in the battle symbols of Salgar, moving as one.

Far below, Val'katl's forces stood ready.

Rows of Formicrons, marked with Val'katlan sigils, stood guard at the stockade's outer perimeter. At their feet, warriors in full battle armor watched in silence, their hands resting on plasma rifles and ceremonial blades.

They had seen many invaders over the years.

But these warriors were no enemies.

The symbols of Salgar on Tlandar's forces were unmistakable.

No alarms were raised. No weapons were drawn.

They watched—not with hostility, but with caution.

Tlandar issued a final command through his helmet interface.

At once, two hundred Salgaran Formicrons shifted into synchronized movement, their massive frames adjusting as they touched down in perfect rows.

Engines powered down. The battlefield fell into a quiet hum.

The hatch of his superior Formicron opened, and he stepped forward, his boots meeting the steel of Boulderkeep's landing platform.

One by one, his warriors followed.

Pilots disembarked, moving in tight, disciplined formation, their armor gleaming under the stockade's floodlights.

They did not need to be commanded to follow him.

Tlandar approached the outer gates, where a Val'katlan warrior in full plate armor stood guard. His crimson and silver sigil marked him as a high-ranking sentinel of the stockade.

The guard's gaze measured Tlandar carefully.

"You came with war machines," he said, his voice rough from battle. "Yet you bring no war."

Tlandar met his stare without hesitation.

"We took heed of Chieftain Val'katl's call for aid across Astashica," he declared. "We come in the name of Astashica, to fight alongside him against Ixtiel, to defeat him together in battle."

The other Val'katlan warriors, who had remained silent, now stirred. They glanced at one another, some nodding, others murmuring.

The Protector of Astashica had arrived.

The Arrival at Boulderkeep