The silence inside the subterranean lunar fortress was absolute, heavy, and compressed by millions of years of undisturbed vacuum.Three hundred kilometers beneath the dust of the Aitken Basin, the landing party of the Midnight Empire stepped out from the deployment shuttle’s pressurized airlock into a gargantuan basalt cathedral. Towering pillars forged from an unknown black star-metal stretched upward into darkness, carved with spiraling geometric runes that hummed with a low, sickening crimson vibration. The air was frigid, synthetic, and smelled faintly of ozone, crystallized lead, and ancient, dead dust.Dominic walked at the vanguard, his broad, muscular frame casting a massive silhouette against the dim, crimson light of the conduits. He wore his heavy void-plate armor, the meteor-steel pauldrons gleaming darkly under the alien glow. Hi
Last Updated : 2026-09-04 Read more