The Drelkan Sector had become a hell scape of war. Swirling clouds of debris drifted through the void, the remnants of countless worlds consumed by the Unseen Enemy. The skies were dark, heavy with the tension of impending conflict, as the largest armada ever assembled in the history of the galaxy gathered in orbit around the last defensible planet of the sector.
Admiral Samuel Crow stood on the bridge of the Phoenix, his gaze fixed on the massive fleet spread out before him. Terran ships, their sleek, angular forms bristling with weapons, hovered in perfect formation. Alliance vessels of every size and class filled the gaps, from mighty dreadnoughts to agile frigates. Among them, the ethereal, crystalline ships of the Anoun gilded silently, their hulls shimmering with an unearthly light.
"They’ve arrived," Captain Lorran said quietly, standing beside Crow.
On the viewscreen, the void itself seemed to twist and tear as the enemy ships emerged—dark, twisted vessels, their organic forms pulsating with a sinister energy. The sheer number of ships was staggering. They spread across the sector like a swarm, blotting out the distant stars. The