In the endless stretch of deep space, where the stars are distant pinpricks of light in a sea of darkness, a colossal Space Battleship ripped through the void, its entrance like a tear in the very fabric of the universe.

The ship was massive, big enough to house tens of thousands, its presence dominating the emptiness. 

Hot on its tail, a swarm of thousands of smaller Frigates burst from the void, surging forward like a pack of predators. Their sleek forms darted and weaved, pulse laser cannons glowing, ready to strike.

As the Battleship finally stabilized from its warp jump, its vast, cylindrical body gleamed under the faint starlight. Its smooth, deadly nose cone pointed forward while a cluster of glowing engines at the rear pulsed with immense energy.

It was a hulking beast of war, cutting through the dark like an unstoppable force. On its bridge, Captain Rhea stood at the helm, her sharp eyes glued to the tactical display that flickered with the swarm of incoming enemies.

"All hands, to battle stations!" Her voice was calm but unyielding, slicing through the tension like a blade. "Prepare for engagement!"

The crew on the battleship scrambled into action, each member fulfilling their role with precision born from years of training. The hum of particle shields activating filled the air as the Battleship braced for impact.

These fields serve to deflect or disrupt various incoming attacks, like lasers and plasma blasts to even small asteroids.

The crew didn't need to be told twice. With the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, they sprang into action. The low hum of the particle shields activating thrummed through the ship as they braced for the imminent attack.

Particle shields, an advanced type of energy shielding powered by divine crystals, can envelop an entire ship within energy fields. 

As the battleship's primary defense, these shields glimmered subtly, wrapping the ship in a protective cocoon of energy. Outside, the Frigates were closing in fast, their formations tight and disciplined, like a pack of wolves circling their prey.

Suddenly, the void was alive with energy as both sides opened fire. Streams of bright lasers and bolts of plasma streaked across the darkness, lighting up the battlefield with every violent explosion. 

The space between them erupted into a deadly display of destruction as explosions blossomed like fiery flowers, painting the darkness in bursts of color. But Captain Rhea was not the type to sit back and let the enemy dictate the pace of the battle.

"Stay on course. Let them come to us," she muttered under her breath, her fingers gripping the edges of the control panel. "Use the shields to our advantage. Let's make them regret showing up."

Her voice was filled with cold determination as the Battleship twisted and turned through the chaos, its massive frame moving with surprising grace for something so huge.

It unleashed its full might: point defense lasers cut through enemy fire, hypervelocity railguns fired rounds with earth-shattering speed, and phased plasma cannons tore through the Frigates' armor like paper.

Captain Rhea's lips curled into a smirk as she watched their numbers dwindle. "Weak," she scoffed, eyes gleaming with disdain. "They dare challenge us, kill all the enemies of Nightmare Civilization?"

The Battleship's superior firepower and unyielding shields were proving too much for the smaller ships to handle. Frigates were nimble and fast, true, but they were outmatched in raw power. Rhea knew the difference well.

Frigates often acting alone—could take on scouting, fast transport, and specialized roles like electronic warfare or stealth. But here, facing the monstrous might of a fully armed Battleship? They were little more than flies buzzing around a lion.

"Focus on their flank," Rhea barked, her eyes gleaming as she leaned forward, eager for the kill. "Cripple their engines! Let them drift helplessly in space." Her voice was laced with venom, the thrill of battle fueling her every word.

Her crew followed her orders with military precision, targeting the weaker spots of the enemy's formation.

While the earliest concept of the frigate has its roots in space flight, with its small size and superior agility can be used for a variety of roles from scout to tackler, to fast transport.

However current high-tech variants give rise to many new models such as the Interceptor, Assault Ship, Electronic Attack Ship, Stealth Bomber, and Covert Ops Ship. 

But the Frigates they were facing now were outdated service models with minimal firepower, posing a little challenge for Captain Rhea's newly commissioned Demi God-class Battleship, the "Redeemer."

Her recent increase in strength from mid-level to high-level Demi-God improved her to the position of captain of the Redeemer, entrusted with escorting high-level resources and guests for the Astro Corp Alliance.

Prior to her current role, Captain Rhea had served as a member of the 51st Exploration Corps under Frontier Solutions Group (FSG), tasked with developing and safeguarding the newly discovered SL-7831 Star System.

FSG, a prominent Consortium within the Astro Corp Alliance, boasted deep roots in various fields of development, including interstellar exploration and resource mining.

Her time there had tempered her into a capable officer, dealing with threats from hostile environments to rebellious factions in uncharted star systems.

But even with all that experience, nothing could have prepared her for the nightmare unfolding in front of her now.

Just as the last remnants of the enemy Frigates had been wiped out, the sudden blare of alarms shattered the brief moment of relief.

The harsh, automated voice filled the bridge, cutting through the faint buzz of post-battle chatter.

"Alert! High corrosive energy reaction detected! High-speed energy attack incoming!"

Captain Rhea's heart skipped a beat, her body instantly shifting into high alert. She snapped her gaze to the holographic display. A brilliant energy beam, larger and more intense than anything they had faced, was hurtling toward the Redeemer.

The readouts indicated something terrifying—a corrosive payload, something that could eat through their shields and tear the ship's hull apart like wet paper.

"Delta-nine evasion maneuver! Activate all point-defense systems, and transfer power to shields! Now!" Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding.

The Redeemer responded swiftly, engines flaring as it executed the evasive maneuver with precision. Point-defense turrets sprang to life, unleashing a barrage of countermeasures to intercept the incoming energy beam.

Despite their best efforts, the corrosive beam easily breached the defensive perimeter and shield, impacting against the Battleship's armored hull with explosive force.

Automated systems kicked into overdrive, fighting the corrosive energy with containment fields and damage control protocols.

By some miracle—or perhaps sheer technological superiority—the energy shields had absorbed most of the impact, sparing the hull from catastrophic damage. But that relief was short-lived.

What appeared after the attack was a huge creature, dwarfing the Battleship in size. Thousands of meters in length, its grotesque form resembled that of a deep-sea predator, yet twisted by some alien horror.

Its flesh was dark and slick, and countless writhing tentacles extended from its body, moving with a sickening grace as they danced in the void. The very sight of it made Captain Rhea's blood run cold.

But it wasn't the monster itself that filled her with dread.

No, it was the small figure standing atop the creature's back, almost insignificant in size compared to the monstrous entity beneath it, but infinitely more terrifying.

The figure wore dark robes that seemed to absorb the faint light of the stars, casting an aura of suffocating darkness around him.

His eyes—unnatural and glowing with malevolent energy—locked onto the Redeemer, and Rhea felt a primal fear rise in her chest.

This was no ordinary enemy.

As the figure raised a hand, dark energy crackled around him, swirling with deadly intent. Captain Rhea's mind raced. She knew this kind of power, had read of it in the old battle reports, and heard the whispered rumors across the Consortium.

A Nightmare God. A true god-level powerhouse, a being so far beyond her own strength that it wasn't even a contest.

Her hands gripped the edge of the console, knuckles white. She was a high-level demigod, yes, a formidable warrior in her own right. But against a Nightmare God? She was nothing. Just an insect waiting to be crushed.

The overwhelming disparity in power hit her like a tidal wave. There was no winning this battle, not here, not like this.