In the shadows of the Iron Spires, migrating along the terminator, walks Penumbra. Soldiers, mercenaries, and civilians alike warily watch the sky, always prepared for another Solar Pulse.
As Penumbra settles her people gather around Oasis for liquour and company. The gentle melodies of the hydraulophone spill out from the fountain and, for a while, it feels like the world isn't on fire.
A trio of blindingly bright fighters cut through a sunbeam. The mirror-clad Sunbreakers take the fight to the solar abominations, outnumbered but not outgunned, and beat back an incursion once more.
At Penumbra, the uniform was meant to be seen. Grey was a given, who would offer their life unless there was something to atone for? White was justified when you tallied monsters rather than men. Blue cleansed the red out of the ledger.
Penumbra and Caduceus together defend Mercury from the solar incursion.
Each one was like a star spilled from the waistpouch of a hunting goddess, divine and deadly. They whirled around Mercury, waiting for the word to kill.