(Planet Du Lohora, Moltherak's Territory, Leo's POV)
The sky above Du Lohora rippled as three Cult warships tore into orbit in tight formation, their hulls matte black and unadorned, engines humming with restrained power as they slowed just beyond the planet's upper stratosphere.
At the center of the formation drifted a massive destroyer-class vessel, its elongated frame cutting an imposing silhouette against the ash-streaked skies below, while two smaller escort ships held position at either flank, weapon arrays powered yet deliberately angled away from open hostility.
This was not an invasion.
It was a statement.
Within moments, the destroyer began its descent toward the capital continent now under draconic occupation, its shadow passing over ruined districts and reconstructed dragon encampments alike, as ground-based sentries lifted their massive heads toward the sky, eyes narrowing in visible irritation.
