Alex, the first iteration, stood amidst the swirling mist of the nexus point, the echoes of Anya's guidance fading as they solidified on a foreign world. Their initial awe quickly curdled into unease. This wasn't the vibrant nexus point they'd envisioned. This planet, bathed in an eerie twilight, reeked of decay and violence.
A guttural roar shattered the silence. Before Alex could react, hulking insectoid creatures, their chitinous shells glistening under a sickly moon, emerged from the shadows. Zerg, Anya's fragmented consciousness whispered, a primal threat from a reality far removed from the formless enemy.
Panic threatened to engulf Alex, but the echoes of countless champions resonated within them. Fear was a luxury they couldn't afford. Drawing upon the tactical knowledge Anya had instilled, Alex assessed their surroundings. The Zerg swarmed, overwhelming in number. Brute force wouldn't win this fight.
