The battle raged on until, at last, a breaking point arrived in the defenses around the Zanís homeworld. The number of destroyed satellites and formation cores orbiting the planet reached a critical threshold. The massive shield that had for so long protected the world from invasion—and more importantly, from teleportation—began to flicker and falter.
"No!" Pompeyo's roar echoed through the void, filled with both panic and dread, as he watched the defenses of his world unravel before his eyes.
The White Death's gaze sharpened. He did not miss Pompeyo's reaction. There was more than simple fear in the man's eyes—more than the terror of battle or the frustration of defeat. No, there was something else there, something deeper, something hidden. But Alexandro had no time to puzzle it out.
