In the year 3169, Sir Arthios of House Eldoria stood upon the desolate lunar plains of Morga Prime, a barren moon orbiting a dying star. The solar wind howled, piercing the thin atmosphere like a banshee's wail, whipping at the polymerized fabric of his exoskeleton. He adjusted the neural interface of his destrier, Aeron, a bio-engineered monstrosity with obsidian carapace and cybernetic limbs, its crimson eyes reflecting the fading embers of the distant sun. Before him loomed the broodi...