The Sun Executioner stood motionless, her golden armor glinting faintly under the dim glow of the Hollow Moon World's artificial sky.
The holographic display from the Artifact Skyscraper had left her mind reeling, the raw power of the winged man and his devastating fusion of sun and moon energies etched into her thoughts.
A question gnawed at her: What could drive someone to such lengths? The destruction she had witnessed wasn't mere rebellion; it was personal, fueled by a rage that transcended factions.
She needed answers, and the skyscraper held the key.
"Ilon," she said, her voice steady but laced with curiosity, "show me the last recorded locations of the world's residents."
The skyscraper hummed, its runes flaring with a soft, ethereal light. A vast hologram unfurled before her, a cosmic map dotted with countless points of light, each representing a recorded location of the Blue Planet's inhabitants.
