Oseidon

The dying world of Oseidon hangs under a dim crimson sky, its surface choked with the skeletal remains of once-great cities. Toxic radiation seeps through cracked domes and skeletal towers, glowing faintly in the darkness like dying embers. The air hums with the low, rhythmic pulse of failing atmospheric filters, their groans audible even through the static. Lean, weaponized vegetation clings to the ruins, mutated by the planet’s lingering radioactivity. Once home to the Kraals, it now serves as both graveyard and launchpad—a place where the last echoes of their civilization drift through corridors lined with half-collapsed archives of failed invasion plans.