From the enemy flagship, surviving admirals plunged into panic upon witnessing their vanguard disintegrate into a heap of burning wreckage.
"Cancel the deployment! Halt the push!" desperate orders roared through encrypted comm channels. "Retreat! Close the runic portals immediately!"
However, aborting a dimensional jump once initiated was virtually impossible. Dozens of heavy battleships continued surging out of the wormholes into the crossfire, colliding into one another as they attempted to turn in space saturated with burning ships. Absolute chaos gripped the Divine Wind army, turning their line into an aerial slaughterhouse.
At the mountain peak, Ethan gazed upon the carnage with the Black Chaos Sword resting across his shoulders, his eyes glowing with an insatiable appetite for death.
"Crul," whispered Ethan mentally. "How can I make sure each and every single one of them stays here forever?"
