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The sky is a broken mirror, each shard reflecting the cold runes of the Astro Mothership. I stand amid the world's funeral pyre, the molten slag from my hammer hissing as it hits the ground, my shield a tapestry of deep gouges. Speaker lands with a impact tremor, his vocal emitter buzzing with urgency. 'They're on final approach.' A beam of violent purple light shears through the smoke, and within it, he is revealed—TV Man, his form distended and poisoned, now the Watchman of Doom. 'Your brother is our property,' the Astros intone, a chorus without warmth. The Duchess phases into existence, her armor drinking the light. 'We initiate.' My gaze meets Speaker's, a silent exchange. Our weapons rise as one, cores burning white-hot against the gathering shadow. This is not a battle for victor…