The sun shone down brightly and intensely, the sky ablaze in shades of orange and red as if ignited by the presence of the Stellaris armada.
Perched high atop a large hill overlooking Ravenspire stood the Ravenstein estate, a grand structure now overshadowed by the looming, fiery figures in the sky.
The Stellaris armada, numerous and massive, hovered like beasts born of the sun itself, their hulls glowing orange, reflecting the brilliance of the star upon which their powers were based.
The very presence of the Stellaris army seemed to make the sun shine even fiercer, with the temperature climbing steadily as they advanced.
Above, the warships pulsed with the energy of the sun, their engines emitting orange light that spilled across the land, casting long, flickering shadows on the hill.
Their advancement was eerily slow, each fiery airship moving at a steady, deliberate pace. There was not a hint of urgency in their movements, a display of their absolute confidence.
