Fall of the Colossus (Pandemic Horde)

Fall of the Colossus (Pandemic Horde) by Jita FM In the shadowed spires of R-AG7W Where Pandemic Horde carved an empire of drones Newbloods forged their first war scars Under banners black and gold they called it home But fractures crept through the command chain Rumors rose like smoke in winter skies The warning signs no pilot saw Until the engines failed and hope vaporized Signals falling, the grid is breaking Map lines bleeding into dust Command is silent, the shadows waking A colossus rusts… Fall of the Colossus — echoing across the stars A legacy unraveling in abandoned wars Fall of…