Sitting on a pile of skulls and bones, a busted helmet spends what seems to be eons within mere seconds.
The muddy terrain around the mound shifts with strong winds. Droplets of rain clean the crimson-brown tint from the bones, revealing the yellowish-white color of the Galenician bone structure. Without warning, a harmless passing cloud becomes a full-fledged heavyrain storm, they damage the helmet even more as they fall.
The mud around the pile grows anxious like ocean waves and the bones begin to sink under the brown substance. Orange sparks combust out of the helmet as it violently shakes due to the sudden bubbling of the surrounding mud. Steam lifts from the insides of the helmet into the dense air outside, only to be ripped apart by the high-velocity heavyrain phenomenon.
The mud begins to swallow the helmet into the earth and as it does an eye opens from inside, the cracked visor allowed for a glimpse of a right brown eye. Before being completely covered by the ever-shifting mud, a left hand comes bursting out, a ruined black fiber glove reaches out from the earth and into the surface, only to be damaged further by the heavyrain. Regardless the hand strikes its open palm against the mud and the helmet begins to surface once again.
The atmosphere around was barren, a never-ending desert, and on the farthest distance the eyes could see, massive sandstone and limestone formations surround the scene.
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The winds seem to tone down, and the brown mud no longer shifts erratically. As the figure rises, the heavyrain storm slowly vacates the area, and a strip of penetrating blue light punches through the clouds, shining on the figure. Revealing an almost completely defeated Mikundrian Trooper, only bearing a half functioning helmet, shattered chest plate and scraped greaves. They start stumbling forwards, but slowly gathers enough energy to stand upright and steadily walk eastbound. The atmosphere remains in a twilight state, mesmerizing blue slits of light pierce down to the surface, once again shedding light on the Trooper.
The sky clears up completely, and the blue light turns into a dominant bright white light. He stops and looks up into the sky, only to see a massive fleet of black shadows rain down into the planet. He curls his left hand into a first. And adversely stands, awaiting the incoming events.
The massive shadow sculptures halt their descent just before they crash against the ground. Faint red lights flash intermittently from within, growing in intensity the light becomes an unstable menacing dark red lightning. Suddenly four forks of lightning burst from both of the sides of the massive shadow and reach into the sky heading towards the fleet of shadows that still remain above. As soon as the lightning comes in contact with the fleet above, the entirety reciprocate a torrent of red lightning back towards the shadow on the surface and as they crash, a huge wave of energy emits from it. A towering wave of sand combined with red lightning rushes outward towards the Trooper, he braces for impact...