Pickaxe.

Welcome back to Aerois.

The champions have journeyed into astral space.

Along with their allies, they make the final push towards their greatest foe.

The god-eater.

The ever-hunger.

The red star.

Hadar.

Arriving in the broken veil, the millennia old warfront for the battle between Hadar and Kausvalkirin's empire.

The party and the Valkyrian fleet fought off an attack before regrouping to assault the plane of Entropis.

An ancient world that sits at the very edge of the astral void, an expanse of nothingness that surrounds the known universe.

Before reaching Entropis, however, the champions had to deal with a massive astral ship called the Fenrir,

a giant's warship from a bygone age now corrupted by Hadar, and powerful enough to endanger the champions' key vessels and weapons.

A multi-planned pan that was enacted with a stormchaser sending in a team to disable the Fenrir's arcane wards,

whilst also defending against the Fenrir's bodyguards.

A powerful astral crackin and an astral dreadnought.

They were not alone, however, as Quill used the spear of oracles to summon forth the spirit of Yohandrius,

a tempest dragon that the champions had aided long ago.

What?

I can't.

I can't.

Oh, you're still laughing about the fuck up I did earlier this morning.

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