As the Ark hovered above Moscow's skyline, the destruction of the second Reaver mother ship filled the viewports with a blinding light. The mother ship's structure fractured, explosions rippling outward in a cataclysmic cascade as the core's detonation destabilized its systems. It broke apart, debris plummeting toward the earth in fiery streaks, each piece a symbol of hope for the defenders below. The Reaver presence over Moscow was vanquished, if only for now.
The comms erupted with cheers from allied forces stationed on the ground. Soldiers, civilians, and commanders alike celebrated, their voices crackling through the static of countless comm channels. Their relief and triumph spread across the battlefront, igniting a new wave of determination.
Castra's voice cut through the cheers, steady as ever. "Captain, Moscow reports that the remaining Reaver drones are falling back. The destruction of their mother ship is forcing a retreat."
