Story Spotlight — “Run with the Storm”
Captain Blackfeather heard the wind before he saw the dust—an old trick the sky teaches to those who listen.
Below, Thormok planted his shield into the sand and drew the first charge, a wall of fur and iron that refused to yield.
The Insectoid lines fanned around him in a skittering crescent, Rax barking orders that turned drones into blades.
On the ridge, Patches watched the enemy pick over a collapsed depot. “They scavenge,” the old hunter said, “so they bleed.”
A heartbeat later, Noxis traced a sign like a knife across the air. Raiders below froze as their greed turned to poison.
Blackfeather dove, wings cutting the sun, and the sky screamed with him; shadows stitched the ground where his spear passed.
Thormok met the countercharge like a cliff meets surf—unyielding. Rax’s swarm slipped through the cracks, not stopping to trade, only to finish.
Patches dragged a fallen Therian to safety with a curse and a grin, tossing a chest token to steady the line.
When the last defender turned to run, Blackfeather’s shadow crossed him—a fleeting eclipse—and the storm moved on.
