Behind them, the dozen massive Grey Seams I held open disgorged the full, combined might of Earth's armies. The Kagu void-ships, sleek, obsidian, and bristling with energy, surged into the black. Slatemark battle-leges, entire formations of mages on glowing, rune-scribed constructs, deployed in perfect, disciplined arrays. Creighton war-frames, gleaming silver and blue, unfolded from their transit configurations, their automated targeting systems already acquiring thousands of targets. The sheer, overwhelming, unified human counter-invasion, a force that had been planned in desperate, frantic days, now met the demon fleet in a head-on collision.
The silent vacuum of space became a canvas of unimaginable, silent violence. Explosions, blinding and catastrophic, bloomed like new stars. Lances of pure mana clashed with bolts of corrosive miasma. Ships tore apart, metal and bio-mechanical flesh mixing in expanding clouds of debris. The battle was joined.
