As the Celestial Platoon and the demonic armada clashed amidst the binary stars, an ominous silence fell over Aldred's flagship. The crew, so focused on their immediate foes, froze as a powerful vortex appeared in the heart of the battlefield. The swirling maelic energy crackled with raw, dark power, unlike anything they had witnessed before.
Aldred stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the growing anomaly. His mind raced, piecing together the legends and reports he had encountered over the years. And then, as if birthed from the vortex itself, an ethereal form began to materialize, growing clearer and more defined with each passing second.