Battle of Starport
Starport
The message hung in the air like a death knell, but the city of Starport had already begun its decline, long before the Conclave had set its eyes upon it.
Once a grand centre of trade and culture, Starport had crumbled over centuries, its once-gleaming towers now standing like empty shells, broken windows and decaying stone speaking to the passage of time. It was a city that seemed trapped between its past glory and a fading future—its heart still alive in its people, but the beating of that heart growing fainter with each passing day.
At the centre of the city lay the grand Starport Palace, a once-proud monument to the city’s rulers. But now, it was a sprawling complex of abandoned wings and empty halls, echoing with the ghostly whispers of its past.
In the centre, a core of inhabitants had remained—those who refused to leave, determined to cling to whatever remnants of hope they could.
But even they knew the truth. As the Conclave’s forces closed in, their dark magic seeping into the very soil of the city, the inevitable truth became all too clear. The city could not survive this assault. Already, blighted vines began to crawl through the forgotten streets, creeping over abandoned buildings, as if the very land itself began to rot under the weight of the Conclave’s power. In the quiet of the palace, the remnants of Starport’s once-great nobility held their meetings, trying to formulate a defence, but the truth was that it was already too late. The magic that had once protected the city, the magic that kept the blight at bay, had begun to falter, slowly but surely losing its battle against the overwhelming dark forces now at play. Outside, the city’s streets were littered with the forgotten memories of a once-glorious past. Statues of long-dead leaders stood like sentinels, their faces weathered and cracked by time. Towering spires that once reached for the stars now lay in ruins, their shattered pieces lying in the city’s broken roads. But the most dangerous thing about Starport’s fall was not the blight creeping through the streets or the Conclave’s forces at the gates—it was the feeling of inevitability that had begun to settle into every corner. People moved like shadows, their faces drawn with exhaustion and fear, knowing that the city’s days were numbered. It wasn’t just the physical destruction that threatened Starport, but the overwhelming sense that no matter how hard they fought, no matter how many times they patched the crumbling walls, the city’s fate was sealed. The blight had already begun its slow spread, and soon the streets would be overrun, the last remnants of the city swallowed by corruption. And while the city itself would fall, Starport’s legacy would live on in those who fought to protect it.
But even they knew the truth. As the Conclave’s forces closed in, their dark magic seeping into the very soil of the city, the inevitable truth became all too clear. The city could not survive this assault. Already, blighted vines began to crawl through the forgotten streets, creeping over abandoned buildings, as if the very land itself began to rot under the weight of the Conclave’s power. In the quiet of the palace, the remnants of Starport’s once-great nobility held their meetings, trying to formulate a defence, but the truth was that it was already too late. The magic that had once protected the city, the magic that kept the blight at bay, had begun to falter, slowly but surely losing its battle against the overwhelming dark forces now at play. Outside, the city’s streets were littered with the forgotten memories of a once-glorious past. Statues of long-dead leaders stood like sentinels, their faces weathered and cracked by time. Towering spires that once reached for the stars now lay in ruins, their shattered pieces lying in the city’s broken roads. But the most dangerous thing about Starport’s fall was not the blight creeping through the streets or the Conclave’s forces at the gates—it was the feeling of inevitability that had begun to settle into every corner. People moved like shadows, their faces drawn with exhaustion and fear, knowing that the city’s days were numbered. It wasn’t just the physical destruction that threatened Starport, but the overwhelming sense that no matter how hard they fought, no matter how many times they patched the crumbling walls, the city’s fate was sealed. The blight had already begun its slow spread, and soon the streets would be overrun, the last remnants of the city swallowed by corruption. And while the city itself would fall, Starport’s legacy would live on in those who fought to protect it.
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