Plasma lances screamed across the void, hurling themselves toward the frontal line of the Left Battle Division. They were followed by a storm of gauss and railgun fire, thousands of barrels spewing metallic fury into space, their payloads converging like a swarm of blazing meteors.
The Minotaur arsenal bared its full weight: heavy laser batteries of every variant—ion, pulse, and plasma—super-heavy laser array systems mounted on their battleships, particle beam cannons, and the dreaded MACs (Massive Acceleration Cannons, the infamous "ship killers").
Added to this were antimatter warheads, nuclear-tipped projectiles, and even experimental star-killer missiles—each weapon system unleashing devastation in successive, merciless waves.
Detonations rippled outward in endless cascades, dozens then hundreds, then thousands overlapping until the void itself burned with light. For a fleeting moment, it was as if a galaxy of newborn stars had bloomed, only to be snuffed out in fire and ruin.
