The space between galaxies was filled with enormous fleets facing one another across millions of light-years, with light from nearby galaxies pouring across the dark vacuum and reflecting off planet-sized warships as they drifted through open space.
Energy signatures coloured all perception fields as long-range cannons discharged across the immense distances, their fire threading through space in blinding arcs while defensive shields flickered into view under repeated impacts, turning the surrounding darkness into a shifting lattice of colour.
Fighter squadrons streamed out from their launch bays in disciplined waves, accelerating into the open battlefield as formations adjusted constantly, wings breaking apart and reforming while fire stitched through them and entire platoons vanished in bursts of light and debris.
