"It's inconsequential." Orion spoke with absolute conviction and unwavering confidence. "We are facing massive upheavals, but the insectoids are facing the exact same shifts. As long as both sides are dealing with volatile variables, we have room to maneuver."
"It's not the same," Seraphina countered. "The enemy is undoubtedly more experienced than we are. They definitely foresaw these shifts and likely made contingency plans well in advance. What's truly terrifying is that we've lost our greatest trump card."
As she spoke those last words, a trace of bleak sorrow touched her face. The wild, silver serpents of lightning dancing across the firmament had utterly obliterated the realm-warding array she, Evander, and Kairon had painstakingly constructed. In the face of the world's absolute, peerless cosmic laws, their massive defensive formation was erased in an instant, without so much as a ripple.
