February 2, 2208 ATENathaniel’s journey from Ilius, Sulora, into the heart of the Myriad Gaxy had begun as a simple investigation into the strange changes reported by the ever-curious scientist Anna Pungent. Her warnings of unholy phenomena had piqued Nathaniel’s curiosity, pushing him to leave the comfort of his hometown for the unsettling unknown.
Arrival in the Oros GaxyThe Oros Gaxy shimmered with an eerie beauty, its skies a swirling mix of golden light and inky darkness. Nathaniel, a cautious yet determined traveler, traversed a decimated ndscape where the remnants of lush forests now y barren and strange symbols were etched into the ground.
As he approached the site of Anna’s report, a haunting melody filled the air. Six ethereal figures emerged from the shadows, their forms part woman, part beast. These creatures sang in unison, their voices weaving an irresistible pull that gripped Nathaniel’s mind.
The Sirens’ SongTheir voices evoked waves of despair and longing. Nathaniel’s will crumbled, and he found himself walking toward a bckened ke.Entranced, he stepped into the water, the chill biting into his flesh as the sirens’ song grew louder.Aros gathered his angels and dispached Evillion to save Nathaniel life so he can discover the true of the universe.The Intervention of EvillionJust as Nathaniel was about to succumb, a piercing light shattered the darkness. A scarlet-winged figure descended, her form radiating divine authority. It was an avatar of the angel Evillion, her crimson bde already drawn.
Evillion’s FuryWith a single sweep of her sword, she silenced the sirens, their bodies dissolving into golden dust.Her presence was overwhelming—a blend of unyielding power and grim resolve.She turned to Nathaniel, her expression unreadable. “Beyond your town lies the frontline,” she said, her voice like the rumble of a distant storm. “Children born from sin and unholiness gather there, threatening the bance of all creation. Be wary, mortal.”
The Prayer and Aros’ VisionShaken but alive, Nathaniel fell to his knees, praying fervently for guidance. His plea was answered by Aros, who granted him a vision of Evillion’s divine purpose.
Evillion’s Origins and Role:Born from the Holy World Tree, which spans the Heavenly Sun region, Evillion was a being of pure will forged to combat chaos.She commanded 60 legions of angels, waging war against Lucifer and his avatars across the multiverse.Her sword absorbed the essence of the defeated, expanding the dominion of the heavens while creating a private domain between the realms of holiness and chaos.Her greatest battle was against Lucifer’s avatar in the DC Universe, where she created new tactics to counter his deceptions.Arrival at Anna’s HeadquartersNathaniel’s journey led him to the headquarters of Anna Bke, a scientific hub fortified against the chaos of the Myriad Gaxy. There, Nathaniel posed a question that had lingered in his mind since Evillion’s warning: “What is sin and unholiness?”
Anna’s Expnation:Sin: “A form of matter containing dark atoms, linked to moral corruption and decay.”Unholy Matter: “A complex construct of antimatter, dark atoms, and Ruination Atoms—substances capable of dismantling universes at their core.”One of the scientists eborated on their findings:
A “golden shrine” detected a deceased being composed entirely of unholy matter. Despite its death, the unholy being had been reborn with Ruination Atoms, which enabled the creation of demons and creatures now pguing the Myriad Gaxy.Another scientist added, “Only angels—those born of angelic technology or from the heavens themselves—seem capable of keeping this fragile universe intact.”
The Revetion of Myriad MatterThe scientists then unveiled their test discovery: Myriad Matter, a peculiar substance that could resurrect beings from the Chaos Realm.
The Demonstration:A dead creature—a saber-toothed white tiger with golden wings and a snake tail—was brought forth.Anna Pungent, armed with her Glock 27, had subdued the beast earlier, its eerie energy still palpable in death.When Myriad Matter was applied to the creature, it twitched and began to regenerate, its body pulsing with an unnatural life force.Nathaniel’s ResolveThe revetions left Nathaniel both awestruck and burdened. He could not help but wonder:Why was the universe cursed with such destructive forces? Was it humanity’s fault, or was it the eternal battle between chaos and holiness that doomed existence?
As he prepared to leave the facility, Nathaniel whispered a prayer, not for himself, but for the angels who bore the weight of this cosmic war. “May Evillion’s bde never falter, and may her domain shield us all.”
And with that, he set off, determined to uncover more of the Myriad Gaxy’s secrets and find his role in the eternal struggle between creation and ruin.
Nathaniel trudged through a desote ndscape, his boots crunching on the blood-soaked dirt of a destroyed vilge. The smell of death hung heavy in the air, carried by a cold, unforgiving wind. Scattered around him were the lifeless bodies of centaurs and humans, their numbers almost equal—500 of each. Broken weapons, shattered shields, and remnants of once-vibrant lives painted a grim portrait of a battle that left no survivors.
As he moved forward, Nathaniel saw movement on the horizon. A battalion of Imperial soldiers, cd in sleek, gray combat armor with glowing blue insignias, was conducting their annual patrol. Their sergeant, a towering man with a weathered face and a cybernetic left arm, stepped forward, fnked by eight soldiers armed with psma rifles.
“Identify yourself!” barked the sergeant, his voice authoritative but not hostile. “Interstelr passport and taxpayer ID—now.”
Nathaniel complied, handing over the required documents. The sergeant examined them carefully, nodding in approval. “You’re nearing the frontline with the Myriad races,” he said, gesturing to the smoldering ruins around them. “Dangerous territory for a traveler. What’s your business here?”
“I’m searching for the Elemental Spirit World,” Nathaniel replied, his voice steady. “I’ve heard it gives birth to spirits, though they’re weaker than those born of angelic technology.”
The sergeant raised an eyebrow. “You’re far from home to be chasing stories. The Elemental Spirit World lies deeper into contested zones. However, if you’re looking for the angelic base aiding colonists, you’re on the right path.”
The mention of the angelic base piqued Nathaniel’s interest. “Where can I find it?” he asked.
The sergeant motioned for one of his men to retrieve a datapad. He pulled up a holographic map, showing a zone marked with a bright golden glow. “It’s a new colonization zone about fifty kilometers east of here. 960,000 artificial angels are stationed there, ensuring stability.”
Another soldier, a younger man with a nervous energy, chimed in. “These artificial angels are why we control 80% of the Myriad Gaxy. Thanks to Anna Bke’s advancements in angelic technology, 10% of the pnets here have vat factories producing both soldiers and civilians. Without them, this gaxy—now stretched to 1.764 quadrillion light-years—would have colpsed under the chaos.”
The sergeant gred at the soldier. “That’s enough, private. Keep your specutions to yourself.”
Nathaniel, however, was intrigued. “Artificial angels? And what’s this about the Myriad races?”
The private hesitated before speaking again, his voice quieter. “The Myriad races are savage, like orcs but worse. I just pray they don’t bring orcs or simir threats here. The warp storms that caused this gaxy to grow also brought these new enemies.”
The sergeant waved off the comment and turned to Nathaniel. “Follow us. We’ll escort you to the colonization zone. You won’t st a day out here alone.”
As they marched, Nathaniel absorbed the information shared by the soldiers. The artificial angels, the sprawling gaxy, the constant battle with the Myriad races—it all painted a picture of a gaxy teetering on the edge of chaos and order.
Approaching the golden glow of the colonization zone, Nathaniel could see the immense scale of the operation. Rows of gleaming structures filled with artificial angel vats stretched as far as the eye could see. The hum of advanced machinery and the faint hymns sung by the angels filled the air.
Nathaniel paused, his gaze fixed on the spectacle. “Why?” he muttered to himself. “Why does the universe demand such endless conflict?”
The sergeant gnced at him, his expression unreadable. “Questions like that don’t get answered on the frontlines, traveler. You’ll find what you’re looking for—if you survive long enough to understand it.”
With that, the sergeant and his battalion departed, leaving Nathaniel to contempte the magnitude of the war he had stepped into. The glow of the angelic base offered some soce, but beyond it y the frontlines—and the unknown horrors of the Myriad Gaxy.
Orc Command: The Calcutions of ConquestIn the northern warzone, Sous, an orc warlord draped in dark green armor, reviewed the test reports with his advisor. The sheer scale of the conflict had turned Marsyas into a battlefield of unimaginable proportions, and the orcs' ambition to dominate was unrelenting.
Sous: "Report the combat results from the sve recapture attempt."
Orc Advisor: "We’ve lost 3.36 billion ships engaging enemy S3 orbital cannons with ranges between 5,000 and 10,000 light gears. The myriad races inflicted heavy casualties, leveraging their advanced technologies and diverse tactics, but we’ve managed to pnt 2.7 trillion Orc Trees on Wragh and surrounding continents. These trees will yield 324 trillion warriors over the next two years."
Sous grunted, his heavy armor cnking as he adjusted his posture. "Continue."
Orc Advisor: "Our operations in the northern front are facing stiff resistance from the myriad races. Their mastery of diverse bioweapons, energy shields, and decentralized command structures has made them a formidable adversary. Despite this, we’ve gained control of five critical strongholds and deployed 1.5 trillion warriors to secure the territory. Additional reinforcements are arriving at a rate of 50 billion troops daily."
Sous mulled over the news, his gaze piercing the holographic map of Marsyas. "Shift our focus to fortifying Wragh and nearby strongholds. Commander Sona will patrol the borders and prepare garrisons for the inevitable counterattacks. Prioritize minerals, even if they're only S1 level. Quantity can compensate for quality."
The advisor nodded. **"Yes, Warlord Sous. Additionally, the eastern front against the humans presents a unique challenge."
Sous turned sharply, his interest piqued. **"Expin."
Orc Advisor: "The humans have deployed a staggering 18 trillion soldiers, supported by advanced S3 orbital artillery and S2 interstelr fleets. Their forces are highly disciplined and fortified by alliances with rogue AI and synthetic angel units. Our losses in this region amount to 3 trillion warriors, with an estimated 450 billion casualties daily."
Sous’s expression darkened. **"What measures are being taken to counter their advancements?"
Orc Advisor: "We are deploying new Heat Orc regiments capable of detecting and neutralizing human stealth technologies. Furthermore, we’ve begun production of advanced S4 warships capable of withstanding prolonged engagements against their artillery. Currently, we are reinforcing our positions with an additional 120 trillion warriors over the next three weeks."
Sous’s voice thundered with resolve. **"Good. Ensure that every orc knows the stakes of this war. Expand our supply chains, conscript more warriors, and double our production of Orc Trees in all controlled territories. Victory is non-negotiable."
The Stage Expands: War Beyond MarsyasThe orcs were now waging an unrelenting war on two major fronts. To the north, the myriad races utilized their unparalleled diversity and adaptability to resist orc incursions. To the east, humanity’s advanced technology and disciplined forces posed a grave threat to the orc war machine. Despite the challenges, Sous and his advisors remained resolute, determined to secure total domination of Marsyas and beyond.
The scale of the conflict had reached unprecedented levels, with trillions of lives hanging in the bance. As the orc war machine churned relentlessly, the gaxy braced for a prolonged and brutal struggle that would define the future of Marsyas and its many inhabitants.
The war had raged for two decades, carving Marsyas and its surrounding sor system into fractured battlegrounds. Entire species were obliterated, and ancient civilizations reduced to ash. The conflict reached a horrifying crescendo when an experimental weapon—the Unholy Matter Nuke—was unleashed on the northern front.
Unholy Matter was a construct of unimaginable destruction: antimatter fused with dark atoms and Ruination Atoms, capable of unraveling universes at their core. The weapon's detonation vaporized the orcs and the myriad races present in the bst zone. The devastation extended beyond Marsyas, annihiting 50% of the inner sor system and reducing half the pnet to lifeless debris.
The AftermathThe aftermath of the nuke's detonation left a void in the northern front. As the skies filled with cosmic dust and dying echoes, Anna Bke, commander of the Imperial Restoration Corps, deployed 10,000 cssified S2 ships. These vessels were equipped with technology advanced enough to stabilize the sor system's shattered remnants and reconstruct critical pnetary ecosystems. The effort succeeded in restoring orbital stability, but the scars on Marsyas remained—a grim reminder of the price of war.
The cataclysm turned the war into a two-front conflict. The orcs now faced the Myriad Races on the northern front and humanity on the eastern front. With the northern terrain desote and barely habitable, the battlefield shifted to the surviving regions, each faction fighting tooth and nail for dominance.
The Myriad ConundrumAs battles raged on, Anna Bke and her team of scientists unched an investigation into the origins of the myriad races. Their findings revealed a startling truth: these races were born from the overabundance of Myriad Matter and the lingering effects of a Warp Storm emanating from the mysterious Warp Gaxy. The storm's chaotic energy infused barren regions with votile life, spawning new and unpredictable races that joined the fray.
The continual emergence of these creatures fueled the war, creating an endless supply of combatants on the northern front. Despite deploying advanced S2 ships to stem the tide, the orcs and their allies struggled to hold the line.
Counting the CostThe toll of the war was staggering. Casualty reports flooded in with grim regurity:
Northern Front: Allied forces reported casualty updates every 48 hours, with countless orcs and myriad warriors falling in battle.Eastern Front: Human-led forces accounted for losses every 20 hours, their disciplined ranks decimated by orc aggression and myriad incursions.Main Defense Lines: The fiercest battles yielded casualty reports every 5 hours, marking the relentless grind of the war’s most critical zones.The sector’s dark expanse hummed with unease as Kanna, leader of the Sisters of Faith, received an arming report from their S6 command ship. A massive orc warship, over 120 kilometers long, loomed in orbit near Marsyas—a vessel rumored to be the command ship of the orcs. Kanna’s instincts sharpened; this was no ordinary find. The Sisters of Faith, 201,000 strong and armed with psma chainswords and holters, prepared for an operation that could shift the tides of war.
Boarding the BehemothKanna’s S6 command ship hovered silently above the orc warship, cloaked by advanced stealth technology. The sisters descended in coordinated waves, their boots nding on the cold, metallic surface without resistance. The eerie silence unnerved even the most battle-hardened warriors.
As they approached the ship's massive central doors, Kanna raised a clenched fist, signaling a halt. The group scanned their surroundings, noting the eerie green glow emanating from the ship's captain's quarters. Moments ter, the faint sound of movement caught their attention.
An orc stirred in the shadows, its grotesque figure barely visible in the dim light. Kanna motioned for her sisters to ready their psma chainswords and holters. The weapons hummed to life with a crackling energy, their glow illuminating the darkened corridor.
The sisters breached the central door, psma cutting through the thick metal. Inside, they found themselves in a vast chamber filled with grotesque, pulsing trees—4,000 orc trees, their gnarled branches sprouting grotesque pods that would one day become warriors. At the chamber's center stood 400 strange green metal trees, their trunks exuding an eerie luminescence. Each tree seemed to generate a stream of green metal, the lifeblood of the orc war machine.
Destruction and DiscoveryKanna issued the order without hesitation. The sisters unleashed concentrated psma fire, fmes consuming the orc trees in waves of blistering heat. The green metal trees resisted momentarily, but the combined fury of the Sisters of Faith was relentless. Sparks and molten metal rained down as the grotesque constructs crumbled.
The destruction was short-lived, however. As the st tree fell, the ship’s arms bred. From every corridor, orcs poured forth—40 million strong, a seemingly endless tide of rage and muscle.
The Four-Month StruggleWhat followed was an epic battle within the byrinthine corridors of the massive orc warship. The sisters fought valiantly, their psma chainswords carving through the horde with precision. For four grueling months, the ship became a battlefield, its halls soaked with the blood of both orc and Sister alike.
Kanna led from the front, her chainsword a blur of psma-infused light. But the orcs’ numbers were overwhelming, and the Sisters of Faith found themselves pushed to the brink. Supplies dwindled, and exhaustion took its toll.
Realizing the battle could not be won through conventional means, Kanna gave the retreat order. The sisters evacuated the warship, their ranks battered but unbroken. As the st transport shuttle docked with their S6 command ship, Kanna turned her attention to the colossal vessel below.
The Railgun’s Wrath"Fire the railgun," Kanna commanded.
The S6 command ship’s main weapon, a titanic railgun capable of obliterating entire continents, powered up with a deafening hum. In seconds, a projectile the size of a small city tore through space, striking the orc warship with devastating precision.
The resulting explosion was cataclysmic. The orc warship fractured into a thousand fiery fragments, its remains scattering across the sector. But in the chaos, Sous, the orc warlord, feigned death among the debris. Wounded and furious, he vowed vengeance.
A Tactical WithdrawalWith their mission accomplished, the Sisters of Faith left the sector in a fsh, their S6 ship disappearing into hyperspace within 0.30 seconds. The operation, though costly, revealed vital intelligence: orc capital ships were more than just war vessels—they were factories, capable of creating endless resources and reinforcements.
Back aboard the S6 command ship, Kanna began drafting her report. The sisters had won a victory, but the cost was high, and the orc menace remained as dangerous as ever. The war was far from over, and the Sisters of Faith would be ready for the battles to come.
Retreat Amid the RuinsSous drifted through the void, his once-mighty warship reduced to scattered fragments glowing dimly in the aftermath of the Sisters of Faith's assault. Bloodied and feigning death, he had avoided annihition. Now, amidst the wreckage, the orc warlord activated the Warp Beacon embedded within his shattered armor.
In moments, the space around him twisted, bending reality into a shimmering tunnel. A green warp gate materialized, engulfing Sous and the remnants of his forces in a pulse of energy. His retreat would take him far beyond the reach of his enemies, to the sanctuary of his distant homeworld—Vrak'Zathar, a pnet 7 quadrillion light gears away.
Vrak'Zathar: The Seat of Orcish PowerVrak'Zathar was a fortress world, its surface a patchwork of sprawling factories, towering citadels, and endless fields of Orc Trees, which pulsed with life and brimmed with new warriors. The skies were a chaotic swirl of green and bck, dominated by warp storms that provided both power and protection to the orc race.
Sous emerged from the warp gate on the pnet’s surface, his presence commanding immediate attention. Thousands of orc engineers and warriors knelt as he approached the Chamber of Rebirth, a colossal structure dedicated to rebuilding destroyed war machines and forging new weapons of conquest.
Rebuilding the Command ShipRecreating the destroyed warship was no simple task. The Sisters of Faith had obliterated key components, reducing critical Orc Trees and Green Metal Trees to atoms. To rebuild, Sous turned to Warp Control, an arcane technique that harnessed the chaotic energies of the warp to reshape reality.
Warp Engineers, cd in crude but effective exosuits, began the painstaking process of channeling warp energy into physical form. The process was votile, and several engineers were consumed by the raw energy as they worked.
Sous directed the operation personally, overseeing every detail of the ship’s rebirth. The new vessel, dubbed the Vrak’Thas, would not merely replicate the old design but incorporate new enhancements:
Green Warp Core: A limitless energy source capable of powering the ship’s massive engines and weapon systems.Adaptive Warp Armor: A living hull that could regenerate damage by feeding on warp energy.Warpforge Chambers: Facilities within the ship to mass-produce Orc Trees and Green Metal Trees.Chaos Barrage Cannons: Advanced weaponry capable of tearing through reality itself to strike distant targets.Six Months of LaborRebuilding the Vrak’Thas took six grueling months. The Orc Trees, critical for growing warriors, were painstakingly cultivated anew, their growth accelerated by warp manipution. The Green Metal Trees, which generated the durable materials needed for orc war machines, required even more effort.
The destruction wrought by the Sisters of Faith had left scars that even the warp could not fully heal. Sous’s engineers worked tirelessly to reconstruct what had been lost, infusing the ship’s systems with enhanced warp capabilities to compensate.
As the months passed, the ship’s colossal frame took shape. The Vrak’Thas stretched 125 kilometers in length, its green glow visible from orbit. Its hull bristled with weapons and exuded an aura of raw, chaotic power.
Preparing for the Next CampaignWith the Vrak’Thas complete, Sous turned his attention to pnning his next move. He summoned his war council within the Warlord’s Spire, a towering structure overlooking the warp storms of Vrak'Zathar.
Sous: "The Sisters of Faith believe they’ve crippled us. They do not understand the resilience of the orc race. This ship will be the instrument of their annihition. But first, we must learn from our failures."
His advisors, hulking figures cd in spiked armor, nodded in agreement. One presented a holographic map of the gaxy, highlighting critical enemy strongholds and warp pathways.
Sous: "We will not strike blindly. Every move must be precise, every attack calcuted. Vrak’Thas will lead the charge, but we will not rely solely on brute strength. Our engineers are already devising Warp Disruptors to cripple the Sisters' railguns and technology. Let them choke on their own arrogance."
A Gaxy-Wide ReachSous knew that time was on his side. The warp storms surrounding Vrak'Zathar provided a near-impenetrable defense, and the Vrak’Thas was now a symbol of orcish defiance. His forces would grow exponentially, with trillions of new warriors emerging from the Orc Trees each month.
As his warship loomed over the surface of Vrak'Zathar, Sous's resolve hardened. The gaxy would soon tremble before the might of the orc race, and the Sisters of Faith, along with all who stood in his way, would know the true meaning of conquest.
Sous’s eyes glowed with the green energy of the warp as he issued his final command:
"Prepare the Vrak’Thas for its maiden of ways of war. Our journey for the epic war is far from over."
The Relic Hive Fleet, named for its distinctive yellow and white exoskeletons, emerged from the warp near the contested pnet of Pan. Their spindly ships resembled vast webs spun across the void, each bristling with the lifeforms of the hive mind. At its core, the Spider Hive Mother, a towering arachnid with 48 glimmering eyes, directed the fleet with precision and purpose.
Opposing them, a Vrak’Thas Patrol Fleet, consisting of three Orcish Warfrigates and an Assault Destroyer, patrolled the region, enforcing Sous's expanding domain. The ships bristled with green warp cannons and adaptive warp armor, projecting the brutal might of the orc race.
The Relic Hive Fleet’s arrival was detected immediately, triggering battle arms.
Orc Commander Grukk: "Another swarm of bugs, eh? Let’s send 'em scurrying back to their holes!"
The Spider Hive Fleet: An Assault Unlike Any OtherThe Relic Hive Fleet initiated the engagement, unching thousands of Ancient Spiders encased in armored pods toward the orc ships. These spiders were mineral devourers, capable of tching onto hulls and consuming the metal to strengthen themselves. As they began their assault, their bodies shimmered, adapting to the properties of the warp-forged hulls.
The Greater Spiders followed, using their succubus-like abilities to disrupt the minds of the orc gunners. Many orcs, confused by the psychic charms, turned their weapons on each other.
Meanwhile, Spider Biomass Stealers infiltrated damaged orc vessels, quickly consuming dead orc bodies and using the biomass to form temporary nests inside the ships.
The Spider Hive Mother, overseeing the battle from her colossal fgship, directed her forces with a psychic connection that left no room for error.
Orc CounterstrikeDespite the relentless spider assault, the orcs were far from defenseless. Warp Disruptors aboard the ships emitted pulses of energy that destabilized the spiders' mental links, forcing them to act more independently and less effectively.
Commander Grukk: "Focus fire on their big ones! Let’s see how their fancy exoskeletons hold up to orc firepower!"
The orcs unleashed their Chaos Barrage Cannons, tearing through the Relic Hive Fleet’s smaller vessels. Green energy beams pierced through the swarm, incinerating hundreds of spiders with each shot. Orc boarding parties, wielding psma axes and shields, unched counterattacks against spiders infiltrating their ships.
The Battle Spills to PanThe escating conflict drew both fleets toward the surface of Pan, a lush but uninhabited pnet rich in resources. The orcs saw an opportunity to regroup and fortify a ground position, while the Relic Hive Fleet sought to establish nests to secure the pnet.
As both forces descended, the battle intensified. Spider Farmers began cultivating new nests from biomass harvested on the pnet, while Spider Warriors—their 24 arms wielding organic bdes—led tactical ground assaults.
The orcs fortified their positions with warp shields and erected Green Metal Trees, channeling warp energy into defensive barriers and weaponry. The battlefield became a chaotic mix of spider nests and orc strongholds, with the skies dominated by aerial skirmishes between orc gunships and spider swarms.
Stalemate and WithdrawalThe battle raged for months, with neither side gaining a decisive advantage. The Spider Hive Mother, realizing the strain on her fleet, directed her forces to focus on resource extraction and evasion rather than direct confrontation. Meanwhile, the orcs, stretched thin by constant attacks, began consolidating their forces around critical points on Pan.
Both sides suffered heavy losses:
The Relic Hive Fleet lost thousands of spiders, including several Greater Spiders and Ancient Spiders.The orcs sacrificed two warfrigates and hundreds of warriors but managed to hold their key positions.The Overlord Fleet WatchesFar from the conflict, the Overlord Fleet, the main hive fleet with its brown-exoskeleton spiders, observed the battle through their network of human criminal colonies. Unlike the Relic Hive Fleet, the Overlord Fleet was not yet ready to engage directly, preferring to grow their biomass reserves and learn from their distant cousins' battles.
The humans within the criminal colonies whispered of the Overlord Fleet’s impending arrival, fearful of the day the brown tide would sweep across their sector.
AftermathThe battle on Pan eventually reached a tenuous ceasefire as both sides withdrew to lick their wounds. The Spider Hive Mother, though frustrated by the stalemate, gained valuable insights into orc tactics and technology, preparing her fleet for future encounters.
The orcs, battered but unbroken, reported back to Sous, who viewed the engagement as a test of his patrol fleet's readiness.
Sous’s orders were clear:
"Pan will not fall to the spiders. Fortify the pnet, double the patrols, and prepare for war. Let them come. The green tide will not falter."
The Relic Hive Fleet retreated into the void, regrouping for another strike. Their yellow and white exoskeletons gleamed in the dark as they vanished into the warp, leaving Pan a smoldering warzone and a grim reminder of the gaxy's unending chaos.
