The enemy retreated.
After consuming nearly eighty percent of their cannon fodder troops and even losing their trump card, the enemy's commander certainly knew that their ambush had failed. Therefore, after the Eternal Level enemy warship merely carried out its duty with a perfunctory attack on us, all of the enemy forces began a large-scale retreat. Our Xyrin fighters and rapid-assault Interceptors intercepted some of the lesser foes, but the enemy's main flagship—the Eternal Level—managed to execute a high-speed space jump right under our noses, a fact that especially infuriated us even after a great victory.
