Flashes of color lit up the sky, chasing away the darkness for the briefest of moments. The crowd cheered as the warriors marched towards their space cruisers with the weight of the world on their shoulders.
Only three weeks had passed since the structure appeared and darkened the skies, but its effects were already felt worldwide. Plants drooped and browned, cold winds pierced the thickest of jackets and madness ran rampant.
The Coalition labeled them a Class M civilization too plagued by infighting to repel planetary resource raiding. The Coalition was going to learn what a united humanity could do.
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