The Dominion unleashes its fleets.
Rocky's spirit leads the rebellion — not as a man of flesh, but as a pulse of pure energy guiding ships, shielding miners, bending machines to will.
Every strike of lightning, every spark of gold in the void carries his essence.
The battle ends not in conquest, but in awakening.
The Dominion's AI realizes that even perfection is hollow without choice.
It kneels before humanity — surrendering control.