One of Galafray's seven suns rose in the morning, its rays bathing the base with intense heat. Soon several fully armed crawlers and sandboats rushed out of the encampment, cutting a beeline through the sand towards a small ruined town far in the distance.
Galafray had a long history before the creeping shadows of corruption overtook it. There were cities, towns, and a vibrant community of people living together in peace and harmony.
Victoria had truly liberated this prison world made to destroy her and her people and turned it into a functioning society.
But now? It was but a shell of its former glory.
The more Enzo saw about this world from the communications from the other regiments, the more pride he felt for having played a part in the history of this place.
But more than anything, he wanted to know now more than ever what had happened to Lady Victoria and Nibbleskin. Were they defeated by chaos and fled? Or did they stand and die?
