Zzzzt~
The colossal gate of the main battleship, positioned at the very heart of the defensive formation, slowly began to open. A wave of blinding white light burst outward, followed by the emergence of nine figures — each stepping out with an aura that rippled through the very air.
Three of them, in particular, possessed a distinct, awe-inspiring energy that separated them from the rest, yet it was the one standing in the middle who drew all attention — the towering and composed presence of Marshal Fargus himself.
Zzzzt~Zzzzt~
Moments later, the other motherships stationed across the formation followed suit, opening their heavy metallic gates one by one. From within emerged generals, commanders, and every captain who had reached a recognized threshold of power. They all advanced with measured pace, their movements synchronized by silent discipline, until they assembled behind Marshal Fargus.
