The first sign of upcoming war wasn't sound.
It was temperature.
The heat shifted. It was rising and flaring , as if the southern land's wind had decided which way it preferred to blow. Ash on the ground slid a few centimeters east. Armor plates warmed unevenly. Sweat dried too fast on skin.
Nyxa's head turned slowly.
"They're moving towards us," she said.
No one asked who.
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The anchored one moved first.
It dragged itself forward not by speed, but by inevitability. Each step a negotiation between weight and pressure. Its basalt plates ground against one another, sparks snapping from the seams as molten light bled through. The earth compacted beneath it, hardening instantly, leaving behind glassed stone where soil had once existed.
This was Kharveth, though no one alive remembered the name.
A tectonic beast. A stabilizer.
Where it walked, eruptions stopped. Where it paused, pressure rerouted.
