Like blood trickling then seeping from fatal wounds, crimson whispers soon flooded across all lands foretelling vaguely of the dire star beast narrowly recontained by daredevil raids into its reawakening nest site within newly birthed volcanic mountains so violently spewed fourth after the wretched spires fell. 

In remote villages far beyond crater sightlines, mysterious warriors began arriving unannounced around crackling hearths with faraway eyes recalling recent horrors survived. They told astonished crowds awed stories from the front abyssal lines regarding he who faced the raging titan’s ruination wrath and somehow turned near certain annihilation into a glimmer hope through devoted sacrifice by consigning the young volcanic deity back into its own molten womb. Tales spun of this Guardian Savior soon drew bold new volunteers eagerly towards seething founts eager to enlist in lingering efforts containing the extradimensional outbreak still oozing reality toxins.

Rex administered oaths to arriving ragtag reinforcements between coordinating extensive demolition efforts across the vast overlapping void-rift contamination zones. He toiled relentlessly mobilizing materiel support to outfit engineering teams led by sage Venus surveying subterranean echo-chambers still issuing ominously amplified tremors and sua sponte stone groans betraying ongoing non-Euclidean geometry translations far below collapsing hulls ruptured by relentless bombardment salvos. Her readings indicated fluctuating gravity waves and plasma density fluxes consistent with something vampiric and vast persisting in a kind of half-life state physically while its projected consciousness roamed raging at forced dimension barred mergence gates. Yet without a stable identity nucleus still vulnerable from initial banishing, the slumbering star hydra could still be permanently severed by well-placed paracausal strikes before inevitable escape when upward shifting magma flows solidified enough stabilizing pathways for it to claw free eventually. So no time for complacency or comforting old hatreds remained with all souls sharing immediate existential priorities. Through unity flames, Phoenix must rise.

To guide tactical countermeasures helping possibly pull this plane from brink outright consumption by the gnawing otherworld intrusion strains already sparking new chaotic cults in the hinterlands sensing coming carnage currents on milk winds, Rex coordinated regular exchanges between Venus’ theoretical metaphysics unit and boots-on-the-ground ordinance engineering teams led by battle hardened sappers originally trained in tunneling battlefield grenade caves but repurposed now towards more constructive utility. Painstaking efforts identifying optimal triangulated spheres of coherence spanning still viable tunnels down to the shifting parasitic pulsars entombed hopefully forever under megatons of cooled volcanic armor nearing completion stage as glowing red rivers solidify ashenMemories echoed from elder beast shamans having studied certain luminous prophecy etchings regarding the winding cycles of cosmic destructive/regeneration pantheons who seem ever overturn mortal civilizations once their soaring ambitions open unbound dominion channels too wide prefiguring collateral reality breakdowns from stacked imbalances. In those final fever dreams encountering such ruinous forces as villages burned under indifferent stars, whisperedEnrollment swelled daily as isolated human tribes from northern fjords sent forth their own expeditionary volunteers eager to align in common cause alongside Rex’s growing legend given the rallying hope he inspired facing this shared extinction-level event. Across tense diplomatic tables, even former battlefield foes begrudgingly acknowledged his prognostic wisdom early warning against inevitably rising dark tides soon to shatter status quo landscapes. Religious elders dispatched consecrated weapons engraving sacred oath imbuements promising enthralled spirit allegiance towards just service so that arsenal stocks ready for unnatural judgment day if needed.

Before resolved unity took any first steps, convocation ceremonies were held to reaffirm coalition diversity principles and common sentient sovereignty doctrines against fear itself - the innermost shadows from which outer distortions were birthed. Amidst fragrant victory pyres sending smoke signals seen for a hundred miles in all directions, battlecried oaths echoed towards barely obscured volcanic peaks as legions hoisted blades skyward celebrating 45 tribes now ironclad together against coming storms. Squad captains lined up to restate allegiance to Rex as Supreme Strategist Warchief of allied forces independent from ancillary political houses yet duty-bound as Guardians shepherding vulnerable communities through whatever fresh hells boiling below inevitably unleashed. Whether by talon, tentacle or toxic assault vector, none could withstand modern armageddon alone; and so ancient grudges yielded towards rallying around prophetic stranger who faced titanic gods and turned looming annihilation into unified fight against demonic contagion gates threatening to flood dimensional plains until all sanctuary eroded before cascading chaotic energy drives. In brightest bonfire moments did all hearts beat together awaiting next moves...