(Sector Eleven Military Base, Planet Nemo, Leo's POV)
Leo stood in the open courtyard with his arms placed calmly behind his back, his gaze fixed upon the distant sky as dark specks began gathering along the horizon, each one growing larger with every passing second as the thunder of engines rolled across the land like a coming storm.
From afar, they looked like drifting shadows.
However, up close, they were entire fleets of enemy ships.
Dozens of destroyer class battleships closed in formation, their armored hulls shimmering with defensive plating, their cannons already glowing with condensed mana as their targeting systems locked onto the lone figure standing amidst an otherwise dead base.
"Oh thank the stars they came in droves," Leo said, his tone jolly as he watched the sky churn with incoming vessels.
*THRUMM*
The ground beneath him vibrated lightly as the ships repositioned, their engines adjusting to optimal firing range in a disciplined, militaristic dance.
