The enemy ship detonated in a final, cataclysmic explosion, a fiery shockwave radiating outward like the wrath of a dying star. The explosion was so bright it momentarily outshone the surrounding stars.
The remains of the ship were scattered into countless fragments, glowing like embers as they drifted into the void.
The bridge of the Liberator shook violently from the shockwave, though the ship's shields managed to hold. Carlos gripped the edge of his console, blinking away the afterimage burned into his retinas. "Damn. When I said to shoot, I didn't mean obliterate the universe."
Ys's voice chimed in through the comms, smug as ever. "Oh, Carlos, your little cannon is so cute. Did you see how my bioplasma cannons softened them up for you? You're welcome, by the way."
