On the battlefield below, every creature—regardless of race or origin—froze for a split second. A primal instinct kicked in, a gut-deep sense of dread. Even the most savage beasts could feel it: something catastrophic was coming.
Aria looked up at the massive object in the sky, her face filled with awe and disbelief. She knew exactly what it was.
The Dreadnought-class Starcruiser—humanity's deadliest weapon.
Back when the war against Necroterra was raging, Aria had begged to join the assault aboard one of those ships. But her mother had flat-out refused, doing everything in her power to keep her off it. In the end, she'd been grounded—literally.
And now, years later, that same terrifying war machine had returned, looming above her like a god descending from the heavens.
As she stood there, lost in the moment, the chains binding her suddenly tightened. A massive hand grabbed her and hoisted her clean off the ground.
