The fortress crumbled into the void, its twisted metal carcass glowing hot and jagged as the explosion tore it apart from the inside out. Massive pieces of debris spun off in every direction, some colliding with Reaver ships that were too slow to escape the blast radius. The scene was one of chaotic beauty, a dark titan falling, its twisted architecture illuminated by the flames of its own destruction.
On the bridge of the Ark, the crew watched in awe as the fortress collapsed. For a brief moment, there was an almost surreal silence, broken only by the faint hum of the Ark's systems and the distant crackling of radio static.
Ethan let out a long breath, relief washing over him as he took in the sight. They had done it. The Reaver fortress, a symbol of terror and power, had been reduced to ruins, its energy source snuffed out by Lillith's team.
