In the vast, silent expanse of the universe, ancient stars continued their ageless journey, drifting through space in serene, unchanging rhythms.
But in an instant, the silence was shattered as high-energy cannon fire ripped through the void.
Mechas clashed with warships, and flashes of superpowered energy erupted in bursts of lethal brilliance.
This was a battlefield—a hell for the living, an anthem of death.
Under emergency protocols, Chuck commanded from the heart of the Alliance's main warship. His voice was steady, clear as he issued orders to the scattered divisions.
"Captain Whyte, take Division C30 and pull back from the left flank. Captain Rymes, engage spatial transfer to get behind the enemy and execute a pincer maneuver!"
Just as the formations shifted into action, an urgent alert sounded. "Sir, high-grade mecha approaching fast!"
Chuck narrowed his eyes. "Just one?"
"Yes, only one, sir."
