The air inside the dome hissed as Kael adjusted his visor, the faint scent of ozone mingling with the sterile recirculation of recycled breath. Outside, the horizon stretched in jagged ridges of obsidian stone, bisected by the pale glow of…
The sun hung low over the crumbled spires of Aetheris, casting long shadows through the skeletal remains of a city that had once pulsed with magic. Kael stood at the edge of the marketplace, his fingers brushing against the cracked…
The sun hung low over the Sierra Nevada, casting long shadows across the cracked earth of Mariposa Valley. Elias Voss tightened his grip on the reins, his calloused fingers brushing against the coarse leather as his horse, Bane, snorted at…
The air inside the dome hissed like a wounded animal, a sound that made Lieutenant Mara Voss press her palms against the reinforced glass. Outside, the twin suns of Altair-9 cast jagged shadows across the rust-colored plains, their light bleeding…
The air reeked of iron and burning timber as Clara stumbled through the chaos, her boots squelching in the mud. The sky blazed crimson, not from the sun but from the fires devouring the town. She clutched a bundle to…
The air on Virelia-7 tasted like rust and static, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Commander Rhea Voss’s throat as she adjusted her helmet’s filter. Her boots crunched over jagged black gravel, the sound swallowed by the…
The air reeked of coal smoke and sweat as Clara navigated the crowded docks, her boots clicking against the wooden planks. The harbor bustled with merchants unloading crates of spices and textiles, their shouts blending with the cawing gulls. She…
The *Odyssey* hung in the void like a suspended heartbeat, its hull scarred by solar flares and the whispers of distant stars. Captain Elara Voss stood at the observation deck, her gloved fingers brushing the cold glass as she stared…
The air reeked of iron and damp earth as Elara hauled the pickaxe into the quartz vein, her hands raw from the grip. The mine’s mouth yawned behind her, a jagged wound in the hillside, while the sun beat down…
Dr. Elara Voss adjusted the visor of her helmet, the thin layer of glass distorting the violet haze of Eos-9’s atmosphere. Below her, the surface stretched in jagged ridges of obsidian stone, fractured by veins of luminous blue that pulsed…
The sky above Virelia was a bruise of gray, its clouds thick with the scent of rain that never fell. Kaela stood at the edge of the floating island, her boots crunching over gravel as she stared at the horizon.…
The air filters groaned like a dying beast, their metallic whine slicing through the sterile hum of the colony’s ventilation system. Dr. Elara Voss pressed her palm against the cool steel of the control panel, her breath fogging the visor…
The first bullet struck the oak tree at dawn, splitting its trunk like a knife through wax. Elias Mercer crouched behind the splintered bark, his breath ragged as smoke coiled from the musket in his hands. The air reeked of…
The sky above Kethra-9 pulsed with hues no human eye had ever known—shifting bands of violet and amber that rippled like liquid glass. Commander Rhea Voss adjusted her helmet’s visor, the internal comms crackling as her team spread across the…
Clara’s boots creaked with every step, the leather stiff from weeks on the trail. The air reeked of sweat and smoke, a thin haze clinging to the horizon where the sun hung low. She squinted at the cluster of tents…