Multiple DRIOs hovered in the air, projecting real-time visuals of the battle raging inside the command post.
They were currently stationed on a newly discovered planet—designated DR1276—locked in a bitter war with the Blood Devils.
The prize? A fragment of Ancient Prana, something so powerful it drew bloodlust and desperation from both sides.
But with war… came sacrifice.
Thousands from each race had already fallen. Every minute, new dots on the life-monitor vanished, flickering out one by one—cold reminders of lives lost.
And yet, this wasn't even a full-scale war.
The planet was divided into zones, with scattered forces on both ends. Whenever two opposing parties crossed paths, the outcome was the same.
Blood. Death. Silence.
"Feeling nervous?"
Zed turned at the voice.
Isabell Theoborn, clad in a battle suit, approached with a composed air, a small group following closely behind her.
He didn't respond with words. Just a subtle nod.
