As dawn broke over a scarred yet resilient Earth, the remnants of the Reaver fleet drifted as cosmic debris, silent reminders of the battle that had nearly claimed the planet. The black moon, once a dark omen on the edge of Earth's orbit, was no more, its core obliterated, its vast influence over the Reaver forces shattered. The alliance's victory resonated across the galaxy, a collective sigh of relief from countless civilizations who had feared the unstoppable force of the Reaver invasion.
On the Ark, the air was filled with the kind of relief and quiet pride only known after overcoming impossible odds. Despite the toll of battle etched into the faces of every crew member, there was a shared sense of accomplishment, a recognition that they had not only protected Earth but had potentially prevented the destruction of the galaxy itself.
