Rhogar's voice cut through the tense silence of his flagship's command bridge. "All ships, all forward batteries... on my mark."
The silence lasted for only a few seconds, yet it felt like minutes. Rhogar had been waiting for this moment. He bellowed with all the force he could muster, "WEAPONS FIRE!"
A blinding storm of light erupted from the formation of over 200 ships. Energy weapons roared in a synchronized discharge as plasma bolts, pulse weapons, and even kinetic slugs shot forward. The recoil shook the bulkheads of almost every ship, and some hulls cracked under the immense strain.
Seconds later, missile tubes burst open. With a thunderous whoosh, thousands of warheads streaked into space, rattling their ships as they joined the storm of energy beams already on the way.
Sound had no place in space—yet to the Minotaur, it felt like a symphony of war, a living chorus of destruction surging toward their enemy.
