Twin pillars of blinding crimson and pale azure light collided forty miles above Moon Seven, locking together like crossing iron swords.
The sky tore open along the boundary between heat and cold.
To the south, Sovereign Vael’s solar domain turned the void into a roaring sea of molten gold. To the north, Sovereign Nyx’s absolute permafrost froze the spatial currents into brittle black glass.
Where the two domains met, they did not cancel each other out.
They intertwined, grinding against each other in a colossal vortex of crushing force. The resulting spiritual millstone spun at terrifying speed, dragging the ether of three celestial spheres into its maw.
The outer defense array of Moon One shattered first, popping like a thin soap bubble in a hurricane.
Two seconds later, the spiritual ley lines running through Moons Two, Three, Four, and Five snapped in rapid succession.
A shrill metallic shriek echoed across the void as the defensive towers along the lower satellites collapsed into dust.
