The Anathrax

The Anathrax are a vast, ruinous threat that devours worlds with patient, inexorable hunger. They tower over cities, a living forge of iron, bone, and chitin, their arms unfurling with clinical menace. They rage, and they consume, draining energy, memory, and life until a planet is hollow and still. Each world leaves a quiet husk, the air tasting of ash and the aftertaste of power grown from sorrow. They move with a ritual certainty, bending the planet’s resonance to their will as if turning a key in a lock that should not exist. To behold them is to glimpse a clockwork catastrophe, a silent end that wears no smile.