Hull #0661 · Guardian class · The Capital
Frost Bastion
Built like a castle that learned to fly, this frozen wall of armor takes the hit so the convoy never has to, and Frost Bastion answers every blow with golden fire.
- Fleet rank
- 148 /778
- Guardian rank
- 61 /96
- Total · Elite
- 41
- HP
- 7.5
- Attack
- 5
- Special Attack
- 8
- Defense
- 8.5
- Speed
- 5.5
- Heal
- 6.5
- Signature
- Defense
- Weak spot
- Attack
- Strong against
- Fighter class
- Weak against
- Warlord class
Signature move
ShieldFrost Sheet
Frost Bastion turns broadside and drops a glittering sheet of frost that stops incoming fire cold.
- Power
- 108
- Energy
Service record
Picture a castle that learned to fly. Frost Bastion is ice blue armor trimmed in hot orange, heavy through the belly like a keep built on rock. Swept fins jut from its sides like ramparts. A dark dome rides its back, lined with four glowing pink portholes, and a pink brain glows inside the nose, steering everything. Its cannons spit golden tracer fire that stitches the purple dark.
The soul inside was a bridge engineer named Teodor. He spent his first life making sure crossings never fell. When The Capital asked for someone to guard its supply lanes, he chose to Uplevel and become the bridge himself.
Now he flies the cold routes between colony worlds. His defense is the stuff of training drills. Shots splash off his plating like rain on a wall. When raiders swarm, he turns broadside, drops his shields in a glittering frost sheet, and lets the convoy slip behind him. Only then does he open fire. Teodor never chases. He holds, and the line holds with him.