In the starry sky.
A fleet of damaged ships, haphazardly departing the battlefield.
The most conspicuous is the Blood Ridge Fortress, with regions occasionally erupting in explosions. Its movement is not only slow but also staggered, as if it might sink at any moment.
The Star Destroyer Dark Blood, Star Destroyer Shadow, and Star Destroyer Black Death have pockmarked armor, with parts continually ablaze with fierce flames.
As for the Legendary Level Biological Star Destroyer Wailing Spirit, its condition is no better, with some damaged areas on the ship's surface still slowly repairing, and the monster's embedded heads, each extremely shriveled.
The entire Imperial Army looks utterly miserable.
Inside the command center of the Oath.
Roglian sits in the command chair, gazing at the image of the fleet before him, his eyes flickering constantly.
At this moment, the door of the command center opens.
