The sheer audacity of the manoeuvre left the massive enemy force paralysed. Under normal circumstances, a handful of ships jumping into the middle of a staging ground would be a suicidal nuisance. But Hye hadn't brought a scouting party; he had brought a grand fleet.
From the moment the first ships passed the portal, they had opened a continuous, devastating barrage.
To the enemy's growing horror, the portal didn't flicker or fade. Instead, more ships poured through every passing minute, an endless metallic river that seemed to have no bottom.
The psychological weight of the assault was matched only by its physical impossibility. The enemy commanders watched in despair as their concentrated volleys were effortlessly negated or absorbed by the outer sphere of Hye's otherworldly ships. Then came the true nightmare: the shadow arms.
