Sector 101 – Mid Region, Planet Shadhar
Claaack!
A thunderous sound echoed through the air as a colossal figure descended from the sky, his boots striking the marble tiles at the entrance of the imperial palace. Dust rose gently from the impact before settling around his imposing frame.
The man appeared to be in his forties, yet the weight of countless campaigns was etched into the lines of his face. His physique was formidable — broad-shouldered, carved like stone, and radiating the aura of someone who had spent a lifetime amidst battlefields.
His jaw was square and strong, cheekbones sharp and pronounced, and his gray hair cropped short in military fashion. Covering his entire body was a set of gray-black armor, sleek yet monstrous in design. Every plate, every ridge of that armor pulsed faintly with dormant energy — the kind that made the air itself quiver around him.
