As Zara Thorne steered her spaceship away from the desolate moon of Xylos, the Starblade lay gently in her grasp, humming with a soft, otherworldly energy. She glanced back at the moon, once a foreboding symbol of impending doom, now collapsing onto itself in a mesmerizing dance of destruction. The once stable surface ruptured, sending jagged rocks and lunar debris into the void, illuminated by the eerie light of dissipating arcane energies.
Through the spaceship's viewport, Zara watched in awe as Xylos's demise unfolded. Its surface, tortured by the failed ritual and unstable magic, was giving way, creating a spectacle of cosmic beauty and chaos. The cool blues and silvers of the moon's energy clashed against the dark backdrop of space, a visual testament to the power and danger that had been harnessed there. The Starblade in her hand, resonating with the moon's demise, served as a silent reminder of the thin line between salvation and destruction.
Through the spaceship's viewport, Zara watched in awe as Xylos's demise unfolded. Its surface, tortured by the failed ritual and unstable magic, was giving way, creating a spectacle of cosmic beauty and chaos. The cool blues and silvers of the moon's energy clashed against the dark backdrop of space, a visual testament to the power and danger that had been harnessed there. The Starblade in her hand, resonating with the moon's demise, served as a silent reminder of the thin line between salvation and destruction.
