War, once begun, could never truly come to a halt. The central battlefield seemed like a massive vortex, endlessly drawing more people into its maw. In the starry sky, beams of light crisscrossed back and forth, more dazzling and colorful than any grand fireworks display.
Yet beneath these radiant bursts, countless lives were obliterated. Controlling the space fortress and large-scale fleets wasn't solely the work of machines or Biochemical Men—many natural humans were involved here.
Especially when it came to interstellar fortresses, each one of these fortresses was its own planet, inhabited by countless ordinary people.
Even though many ordinary civilians had been relocated for the sake of war, it was impossible to move them all in such a short period of time. As a result, many ordinary people still remained on those interstellar fortresses, left with nothing but prayer.
