The ship cut through the void in silence, following closely behind the dark-red vessel of the demon general. From the viewport, Dragos slowly came into view.
It was impossible to miss.
The planet burned.
Not in the sense of destruction, but existence. Vast stretches of the surface glowed with molten veins, rivers of lava carving glowing scars across blackened land. Volcanoes dominated the horizon, some dormant, some actively spewing fire and ash into the atmosphere. Even from this distance, I could feel it. The fire laws here were dense, aggressive, alive. They pressed against my senses the moment we entered orbit, as if welcoming us in their own brutal way.
Three moons circled the planet. One was cracked and glowing faintly from within. Another was dark, almost absorbing light. The third burned with a dull crimson hue, reflecting Dragos's surface like a watching eye.
Saleos stood beside me, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the planet.
