Kamari_mannn
The rise of the Overseer did not begin with thunder... it began with silence... When the great energy producing Facilities fell, the lights of civilization flickered out... Many struggled, their morale drained in an instant. And from that chaos, something evil stirred... The Overseer rose, not as a savior, but as a shadow... its word sweeping through south Avalon like a storm gathering force... Uniting the land beneath a black banner... Known as the Triarchal Order... Casanova was consumed in days... its fires still burning in our memory... Then... Came the advance Northward. Relentless. Their Sky Cruisers darkened the clouds, massive and merciless. When they broke the gates of Centaurix, we were dismissed... weak, scattered, broken... but they misunderstood us. We stood. We Bled. We refused to fall... and in that defiance, we drew the line... What followed was not victory, but something rarer... A Stalemate... A testament to our will... now, beyond the craters of trinity, we hold the ground of what's left of Centaurix... not for conquest. Not for glory. But to remind the Overseer that some fires do not die in darkness... They burn brighter... We now find ourselves in a defensive war... Against more powerful enemies...