A massive ship drifted away from Valhalla. Its hull, forged from dark starsteel, groaned beneath the impossible weight it carried — ore, crystal, and veins of living metal, all glowing faintly with volatile power. The energy waves these materials emitted warped the air itself, making them impossible to contain within space rings or storage arrays.
They were treasures of Valhalla — sacred minerals drawn from sites the Vikings once considered holy, places tied to their gods and ancestors. For centuries, those sanctums had remained untouched. But now, their protections had been stripped away, and the earth itself had been gutted.
Antorus did not care for heritage or sanctity. He cared only for power.
And so, he handed over the riches of an entire world to the Vorometallicae, his newest allies.
