SHHHHH
Jabba's eyes snapped wide open, his striking green irises glowing with an almost supernatural intensity, a light reflecting the sheer astonishment and focus coursing through him.
Even he, who had spent the majority of his existence in prolonged hibernation, now understood with unshakable certainty that almost all warships fired the same type of projectiles—pure energy shells meticulously drawn from specialized chambers embedded deep within the vessel…
Yet what he saw before him was unmistakably real: a blazing, molten-orange fireball and a swirling, opaque violet mist-ball, both rocketing toward the northern mountain range at a speed far beyond anything he had previously witnessed in his long life.
FROOOOM
