At the Southern Force frontline, Seraphina, Centric, and Kal stood firm, their energy crackling faintly like restless stars caught in the fabric of twilight. Every muscle in their bodies coiled like drawn bows, the air thick with a suffocating tension, pressing down on them with an unseen weight. Across the battlefield, the Primordial Beasts advanced, their monstrous forms silhouetted against the bright glow of the galaxy.
Each footfall was a hammer against the earth, a war drum pounding in a relentless rhythm, shaking the very marrow of the world. The three celestial warriors felt themselves momentarily lift, their balance faltering as though gravity itself had wavered beneath the sheer force of the beasts' march. The earth trembled, not in submission, but in warning.
