The relentless onslaught of the Reaver fleet intensified as the Ark pushed further into the Reaver home system. With every passing moment, the sky grew darker, thick with the debris of destroyed ships, the pulsating energy of the enemy vessels, and the unwavering determination of Ethan and his crew.
Nova guided the ship expertly, her hands gliding over the controls with the ease of a seasoned pilot even in the face of overwhelming odds. Tazra continued to unleash volley after volley, the ship's weapons systems blazing as they cut a path through the Reaver lines.
But the Reavers weren't backing down; they sent in waves of new, deadlier ships. Their sleek, dark designs looked almost organic, moving in disturbing unison, like an extension of some monstrous hive mind. Their numbers were vast, and their weapons systems were clearly designed to destroy anything in their path.
