"We faced a god today. And we made it bleed."
At the very edge of the Oort Cloud, the solar system's icy frontier, a colossal assembly of human might hung in the void. Fleet Admiral Yamada's dreadnaught Vigilant was now the centerpiece of an armada. Reinforcements had warped in, hundreds of ships and capital ships, Carriers flanked by battleships, heavy cruisers, and swarms of fighter squadrons. They formed a vast, layered defense, a wall against the encroaching darkness. Each ship held its precise position, their energy signatures humming with readiness. They were positioned 0.3-0.5 AU from the golden dragon, a distance carefully calculated for maximum tactical advantage, allowing for full weapon spread and evasive maneuvers.
