The daylight waned, retreating beyond the horizon as the night unfurled its vast, obsidian cloak across the galaxy. Stars blinked into existence, scattered like cosmic fireflies, while asteroids drifted lazily, their silent passage adding to the endless ballet of celestial bodies. Beneath this grand tapestry, dark matter loomed unseen, weaving the unknown into the very fabric of existence.
At the northernmost extreme, close to the border between Structurith clan and Nihilith Clan, where jagged peaks of the Structurith Clan's mountain range cast long shadows against the dimming sky, a temporary encampment lay nestled in the valley below. The Northern forces, weary from their retreat, had arranged their tents in a tightly woven pattern, a strategy designed not only to minimize detection but also to ensure a swift response, whether for further withdrawal or an unexpected counterattack.
