The imposing figure of Fathoran, clad in his black System's Armor, strode towards the exit of the central building.
His eyes blazed with fierce determination, matching the intensity of his most loyal followers who trailed behind him, armed to the teeth with the city's finest weaponry.
"The time has come," Fathoran announced, his voice a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down the spines of even his most hardened warriors. "We shall reclaim what is rightfully ours and crush this pathetic rebellion once and for all."
With a decisive gesture, he commanded the great doors to be opened. The massive metal structures groaned in protest, slowly revealing the world beyond.
Fathoran had braced himself for many possibilities: cowering citizens, ill-equipped rebels, perhaps even a feeble attempt at resistance.
'Should I start by taking their cores?'
What greeted him, however, defied his wildest expectations.