The spatial rift of the portal tore open above the skies of the Radiant Sun Empire, one of the two enemy nations alongside the Eternal Night Empire that had conspired to dismantle the Golden Dragon alliance. Ethan emerged from the spatial tunnel in silence, hovering kilometers in the air while the remaining vessels of his armada assembled at his back like specters.
Beneath his feet lay no peaceful cities; the border domain was fortified with ramparts and war encampments packed with Radiant Sun forces.
Ethan exhaled a cold breath. The amethyst energy coating his skin like armor pulsed, vibrating in harmony with the Black Chaos Sword in his hand.
"Crul," spoke Ethan, his eyes glowing with a crimson glare. "What is the status of their defenses?"
