On the azure expanse of the Blue Planet, the sky hung heavy, stripped of the chaotic presence of rival factions.
Only the Sun Branch remained, their golden banners fluttering defiantly in the wind, a silent testament to their resolve.
The other factions had long since retreated, their ships vanishing into the cosmic haze. The Sun Branch, however, lingered, their presence not merely a show of strength but a calculated necessity.
They had waited, watching, ensuring no stragglers or spies remained to challenge their dominion. The air buzzed with the weight of their vigilance, as if the planet itself held its breath.
The Sun Executioner, a towering woman clad in armor that shimmered like molten gold, stood at the edge of the Hollow Moon world.
Her eyes, sharp as polished obsidian, scanned the horizon. Behind her, soldiers of the Sun and the remnants of the Moon Branch stood in disciplined ranks, their faces taut with anticipation.
