MogPost uses cookies and other similar technologies to provide you with a better experience. By accepting all cookies, you agree to our use of cookies to deliver and maintain our services and site, improve the quality of MogPost, collect any data for analytics and give you personalised content. By rejecting non-essential cookies, MogPost may still use certain cookies to ensure the website functions as intended. For more information, please visit our privacy policy and cookies policy.
Aethelgard’s defensive systems whirred to life, energy shields flickering into existence as the encroaching shadows drew closer. The amorphous forms began to solidify—revealing grotesque shapes that defied Euclidean geometry, twisting and contorting in ways that seemed impossible.
"Targeting initial contact points," Aris announced from his console, his fingers flying across the controls. "Energy weapons are primed."
Before he could issue a firing order, one of the shadow forms surged forward with astonishing speed—a tendril of darkness whipping past Aethelgard's shields and slamming against the viewport. The impact sent tremors throughout the ship, throwing the crew off balance.
"Shield integrity at 78%!" Lyra reported, her voice strained as she worked to reinforce the energy barriers. "They’re adapting to our defenses."
Kai remained hunched over his console, attempting to decipher the alien presence's communication patterns—if any existed. He focused on a specific frequency emanating from the lead shadow form – a rhythmic pulse that seemed… deliberate.
Suddenly, images flooded Kai’s mind—visions of desolate landscapes, crumbling cities, and beings consumed by an insatiable hunger. He recoiled, clutching his head in agony.
"What is it?" Lyra asked urgently.
Kai struggled to articulate the overwhelming sensory overload. "They... they aren't attacking," he gasped. “They’re… showing us.”
He projected the images onto the main viewport—a harrowing depiction of a world ravaged by imbalance, its resources depleted, its inhabitants driven to desperation.
"This is their home,” Kai continued, his voice trembling. “A dimension consumed by chaos and despair."
Eldrin’s expression softened slightly. "They seek sustenance," he murmured. “Not conquest, but survival.” He turned to Aris. “Hold your fire. We need to understand what they want—and why they are here.”
But the shadow forms were not receptive to diplomacy. Another tendril lashed out, striking Aethelgard's hull with greater force this time. The shields buckled under the assault.
"They’re not communicating," Aris corrected grimly. “They’re testing us."