The Onslaught Begins

Inside the opulent command center of the Celestial Guardians, the atmosphere was charged with tension and urgency. Aerandir, the commander of the Celestial Guardians, stood before a large, detailed map that displayed the sprawling battlefields and troop movements. His expression was grave, his eyes reflecting the weight of command as he traced the lines that marked the fronts of their ongoing war.

Beside him, his subordinate, the Demigod Reid, stood at attention, his posture rigid with the formality required in the presence of his superior. Reid's face was stoic, but his eyes occasionally flickered with concern as he awaited Aerandir's questions.

Aerandir turned to Reid, his voice steady but carrying an underlying note of concern. "Report on the current situation with the Abyssal Conquerors. How are our forces faring against their advances?"