Dawn almost parted ways for morning light, and the galaxy itself seemed to hold its breath. The air hung heavy, blanketed with tension that pulsed like invisible waves, each one trembling with the weight of unease. Kal stood across the four burned-out Astro leaders, his figure framed by the faint glow of the awakening horizon. His massive sword rested lazily on his right shoulder, the steel glinting faintly, while his hand gripped its handle with silent authority.
"Why... How come you are here?" Dunstan's voice broke the long silence, sharp but weary. "What about the South frontline?" Lumina added, her tone straining between disbelief and concern. "Looking at it, it's impossible to end things that quickly," Rex murmured under his breath, his brows furrowed. "Don't tell us you abandoned the South," Lumina pressed again, her words cutting through the still air like shards of glass.
