The icy storm on Grand Feng continuously spewed billowing waves of snow across billions of miles as cosmic gods exploded in flames, forming spectacular bursts of color. From above, one could only witness the grand spectacle, but it was difficult to truly grasp the ferocity of the battle within the astralguard formation. The struggle for resources of this magnitude was a fight for the legacy they would leave their descendants, a battle to secure the future of their race. For many, there was no alternative but to sacrifice themselves.0

The Upper Star Ruin’s resources were finite, with no guarantee of how long they would last. If the Middlekin Star Ruins’ output was suddenly disrupted, all nova sources...0