"…?!"
The generals and officers of the Allied Army's armada stood frozen in absolute silence, staring wide-eyed at something that, by every known rule of warfare, should have been utterly impossible.
Despite having a numerical advantage nearing 7:1, despite engaging at extremely close range and directly face-to-face, they had managed—after all that firepower—to bring down only three battleships.
"What is happening here?!"
"Prepare to fire again, immediately!"
On the other side, Alexander clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles whitened, his heartbeat hammering with a mixture of exhilaration and a faint tremor of fear. This was the very first time he had ever commanded an aerial battle of such overwhelming magnitude, a clash that could reshape entire regions of space.
What had just occurred before his eyes was nothing short of a miracle—an unprecedented feat in the entire field of aerial combat sciences.
But miracles, he knew all too well, never came without a cost…
