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A Spear for a Spear
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For two centuries, The Spear ravaged the stars—a weaponized dreadnought the size of a city, forged in the crucibles of a forgotten empire. It could not be boarded. It could not be outrun. It could not be harmed. Dozens of worlds fell beneath its orbit, each one reduced to ash and silence.
But when it came to Varnis, it met something different.
The people of Varnis had watched the stars burn for generations. They knew they would never match The Spear in strength. So instead, they matched its name in kind.
They built their own spear.
Buried beneath the rust-colored dunes of the Hadrex Valley lay The Fang of Varnis—a planetary cannon older than memory, reawakened from beneath the bones of their first cities. A weapon powered not by fusion nor fission, but by the planet’s own core: focused tectonic energy wrapped in a containment lattice forged from crystallized dark matter. One shot. One chance.
The leaders of Varnis sent out false distress beacons. Decoys. Surface installations ripe for plunder. They knew The Spear would descend, as it always had, to gloat in orbit. To taste the surrender. And as expected, the beast took the bait.
As The Spear hovered above the Hadrex Valley, casting its shadow like a blade across the land, Varnis struck.
The sands split. The earth roared. And from the cracked crust of the world surged a pillar of searing light—a planetary lance aimed at the belly of a god.
The beam tore through alloy, phase shielding, and myth. The underbelly of The Spear, the only part of the vessel ever left exposed, was turned to molten debris in an instant. Systems ruptured. Cores overloaded. The once-unkillable ship screamed, if such things can scream, and fell like a wounded predator into the canyons below.
The Spear died not in war, but in irony—killed by a weapon that bore its name.
A spear for a spear. And for the first time in two hundred years, the stars knew silence again.