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Fury of Sacred Blood

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-08-25 12:52:20

Lawrence’s POV

The sky above the Sacred Coast did not darken into night—it became a vault of crimson fire and burning ash. The storm clouds of the premature solstice carried air thick, briny, and heavy with solar radiation that withered the cliffside vegetation before their eyes.

Offshore, the colossal silhouette of the God‑Emperor’s Floating Fortress rose above the waves like a mountain range of gold and black iron. Flanking it, three hundred armored war galleons sealed the bay from end to end
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