Here and there, small pockets of resistance could still be seen from desperate survivors aboard broken frigates and escape pods clinging to life, firing their last futile shots at the overwhelming enemy.
But the sheer number of the Khryssari swarms, the relentless biomechanical horrors birthed by the Hive Minds, made resistance an exercise in futility.
The swarms moved with terrifying coordination, overwhelming even the smallest pockets of survivors.
Their smaller vessels darted like ravenous insects, while their larger, grotesque dreadnought-class organisms loomed ominously, tearing through what remained of the Allied fleet with horrifying efficiency.
The survivor's cries for help and last-ditch efforts to fight back amounted to nothing. It was no longer a battle; it was a slow, inevitable slaughter.
