The countless years of war and the solidified rules of the Star Realm have made it an "established reality" that even the Abyss cannot uproot.
The surface of the fortress is densely packed with defensive runes, turrets, and magic towers. The Light of Order they emit forms an immense, unmatched net, tenaciously resisting the Abyss's chaotic corrosion.
The spatial barrier around the fortress is as thin as a cicada's wing, yet forcibly stabilized by countless layers of defensive rules.
Giant, diverse teleportation gates open and close, flickering endlessly on the enormous platform like the breathing of a giant beast.
With each opening and closing, they exhale and inhale a vast amount of life.
A fully armed legion of Elf Rangers marches out in neat steps.
The Dwarf battle group emerges, riding rumbling, drilling giant beasts.
Dragons transformed into humanoid forms land, flapping wings with lingering energy.
Elemental Lords descend, bringing pure torrents of energy.
