The sky of the universe cannot see dawn, and the fortress of space has no distinct seasons.
Butterfly-winged fighters shuttle back and forth between the atmospheres, rays crisscrossing, energy explosions flashing. Sky Knights tightly grip their reins on the backs of Dragon Hawks, relying on local magic network coordinates, fiercely pursing the enemy, as their mounts unleash metal storms towards the foes.
Eye of the Galaxy, Eye of the Galaxy? Eye of the Galaxy, Eye of the Galaxy.
Cedro fell in an unremarkable corner of the starfield 40 cubic light-years within the Eye of the Galaxy, knowing his loss was futile, he was but a digit on the list. If lucky, he'd be placed in a black body bag, and the ground crew would write 'cargo 200' on the list, followed by a mass teleportation through the 'Purple Tulip' teleportation array.
The alarm spell laid before echoed back sound: footsteps drew ever closer.
