Radiant Age: every unit, price and counter

Fanatic of the choir: songblades ignite at each bracer as he closes — alternating slashes that leave luminous arcs in the air. Swarms in staggered ranks, runs down wounded prey 20% faster, and flanks (+20%). Sighting ground prey triggers a Charge lunge — movement only, so shield walls and set pikes still receive him on their own terms. Lumen shields recharge out of combat; fire keeps them down, and splash punishes the clump.

• 62 HP
• 18 damage every 0.8 s
• Range 34
• Speed 74
• Melee

A warrior with no flesh left to lose — a soul etched into a squat bronze chassis, built to be hit. Tarpits the hardest hitter in reach while its shields reflow even under fire. Once per life it reboots instead of dying: folding down, welding arcs crawling the wreck, standing back up on half shields. Fire melts the chassis — a burning anvil neither reflows nor reboots.

• 108 HP
• 17 damage every 0.9 s
• Range 34
• Speed 62
• Melee

Four-legged walker with a skittering gait and one baleful eye, firing flat particle darts — anti-air first, always. Where the archer backpedals, the vigil blinks: a melee chaser inside kite range is answered by the walker dissolving into a smear of light and re-forming a hop away, still firing. One hop per cooldown — a second diver gets its dive. Hills block the flat shot.

• 64 HP
• 12 damage every 1 s
• Range 320
• Speed 60
• Ranged

A wounded veteran sealed upright into a striding sarcophagus, twin phase cannons at the shoulders that fire as one heavy double concussion. Plants for big game, strikes first, +40% vs giants — and hurls standoff blasts at giant-class prey still beyond reach. The first giant blow it takes flares a golden hardened barrier; swarms of small hits ignore it entirely, and magic ignores everything it has.

• 122 HP
• 21 damage every 1 s
• Range 48
• Speed 55
• Melee

A hovering core orbited by gold plates that never touch it, filaments arcing between them. When enemies close it braces, the plates unfold, and a translucent Warding Dome blooms: allies inside take -40% from frontal shots and blasts. Nothing is redirected — the halo pays by being the era's flimsiest 75 gold instead. Kill the projector and the dome dies with it; magic, burn and flanks pass straight through.

• 190 HP
• 13 damage every 1.1 s
• Range 36
• Speed 50
• Melee

An exile wrapped in tattered shadow-cloth, a green void blade his only light. Seeks the most expensive enemy on the field, and ranged eyes slide off the approach — a heat-haze shimmer at most — until his first strike lands, or any splash or burn finds him, and the veil stays broken. The blade's sweep cleaves a second body. Cheap swarms are his misery; one grenade is the tell that turns every gun.

• 232 HP
• 52 damage every 1 s
• Range 40
• Speed 78
• Melee

A robed mystic drifting a hand's breadth off the ground, static crawling his shoulders — the frailest body in the era carrying its worst news. Psionic bolts ignore every shield on the field — braces, domes, and lumen shields alike — and each impact leaves a residual storm of lashing arcs crackling where it struck. The era's slowest mover: dive it or swarm it.

• 96 HP
• 92 damage every 1.7 s
• Range 370
• Speed 45
• Ranged

Air-superiority fighter named for the stooping falcon — forward-swept wing blades, always banking, never still. Dives on enemy fliers and meets them at altitude with paired ion bolts. An armed stoop-strike also wraps its victim in a Tether Snare — slowed, wings dragging gold light, unable to finish the strafing run. Only pecks at ground troops; vigils and lightning bring it down.

• 200 HP
• 42 damage every 1.1 s
• Range 180
• Speed 122
• Flying · Ranged

The era's cavalry without a horse: a crescent-crowned skirmisher who sends her spirit ahead of her body. She glides for the backline — archers, siege, casters — phasing clean over blockers as a translucent ghost-blue shade, and turns solid with a resonance strike that bowls light troops backward. Set pikes strike first the instant she becomes real; braced shields and giants stand their ground.

• 195 HP
• 50 damage every 0.95 s
• Range 46
• Speed 120
• Melee

A segmented machine-caterpillar inching forward on rippling belly plates, agonizingly slow, its front maw opening to birth sparkmites: fist-sized drones that drop, skitter toward the densest clump, and detonate. The crawl IS the warning shadow — quick troops step aside or outpace it, and braced shields soak the blast. Can't touch the sky, panics inside minimum range.

• 226 HP
• 110 damage every 3.4 s
• Range 520
• Speed 30
• Ranged

A ground-skimming phase rig — a crystal core carried between two gold vanes — whose harvest needs no corpses: while enemies are fielded its warp field resolves automa out of kneeling silhouettes of light. The constructs guard their master and detonate in a death spark when destroyed. Kill the reliquary and the whole warband destabilizes; burn it and the warp matrix scrambles, deploying nothing.

• 180 HP
• 40 damage every 1.5 s
• Range 300
• Speed 45
• Ranged

Two choristers burned into one body of light: a crackling sphere of storm with a faint dark silhouette inside, dragging arcs along the ground as it drifts. Radiant slams cleave whole ranks and hurl survivors back. It inverts the giant's durability — almost everything it has is shields, restored completely by a few quiet seconds and held down by fire; the dim figure beneath is the most fragile 220 gold in the game. Commit, burn it, or bring a giant slayer.

• 130 HP
• 56 damage every 1.6 s
• Range 55
• Speed 44
• Melee

Slow capital carrier: it holds the line at long range while four interceptors launch from its side bays, converge on one target, fire, and return to rearm. The hull has no direct weapon — every hit comes from a visible fighter run. Melee can't reach it; sustained anti-air, lightning, and killing the carrier between sorties shut the whole wing down.

• 240 HP
• 44 damage every 2.4 s
• Range 275
• Speed 64
• Flying · Ranged