"Even in defeat, the old gods demand their due."
The Krill Empire's capital, an arid planet with jagged, obsidian spikes piercing its atmosphere, orbited a cool K-type star. Now, the star system was in chaos. The Federation of Planets had reached the imperial capital, their vast fleets a storm of light and destruction. Explosions bloomed in the void..
Inside the colossal harvester capital ship bridge, the four Krill Kings—Vanak, Vurmak, Lashrak, and Krinak—listened. The blaring alerts from their fleet comms were relentless, a constant shriek of incoming fire and failing shields. Tactical displays showed their lines buckling, red lines of enemy penetration slicing through their defensive formations. The bridge vibrated with every distant impact.
