A few moments ago.
Outer orbit of the Martial Spirit World.
The silence of the space around the heavily defended planet was suddenly disturbed as multiple wormholes boomed open and an armada of ships burst through.
The entire region was suffused and filled with so many ships the defensive systems put in place were having a hard time picking out a target, but right then, before any further actions could take place,
"Stand down." An order came through from the leading ship as the multitude of defensive measures, spatial turrets, and cannons all simultaneously shut down.
Within the leading ship.
"Lord A'horvan, the systems have been successfully deactivated." An operator reported to a young man at the helm of the ship.
"Hmm." The young man, his bright purple hair swaying calmly even in the absence of any wind, merely nodded as his gaze remained fixed on the large planet ahead.
