There was nothing much to say about Blue Star's night. The purple, twisted aurora in the sky—those Warp energies—had writhed in ceaseless activity all night, but with the arrival of daylight, they finally calmed down a little.
Not completely, of course, but at least somewhat. Under the sunlight, they were no longer quite so obvious.
Yet the purple leaden clouds still hung low, pressing down on the horizon and weighing upon every living thing's heart, faintly giving off an unnaturally stifling, oppressive, and unsettling feeling.
Of course, this was simply what the sky here—or rather, this planet—was like. Nothing surprising about it.
So long as the planet had not been reclaimed, so long as the Demons and Chaos on it had not been driven away, it would remain this way in the future!
Compared to that, what mattered more right now was this: on the barren open ground east of the camp command center, which had originally been leveled for some planned base structure but was not yet in use, one hundred Greenskin player recruits had once again assembled in formation.
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At that moment, in the middle of the open ground, the players of the Greenskin First Company stood in a fairly orderly square formation. From time to time, someone leaned over to whisper something to another.
Each of them wore standard-issue sci-fi combat uniforms distributed by the camp, no longer the crude plate armor from before. Paired with their smooth ceramic composite plate armor, they looked fairly convincing from a distance.
But upon closer inspection, it became clear that many in the formation were not standing properly at all. Some were picking at their nails, some were yawning, some were sending messages through the player private chat channel, while others were quietly talking