The sea was still burning when Group Admiral Devgan Arvata leaned against the carved rail of the Divine Ram. His magic viewing sphere glowed before him, showing the wreckage of the 28th Fleet. Hundreds of ships burned. Thousands of men and beasts screamed as they sank.
Through the smoke and flame, the iron ships of the Bernard Empire advanced. They did not slow. Their guns still roared. Their carriers still launched their steel birds into the sky.
Devgan's jaw tightened.
"Tell the Ganges Sky Fleet to advance," he ordered. "And raise the barrier around our formation. These Bernards… are stronger than we thought."
"Yes, Admiral!"
Messengers hurried. Drums pounded across the decks. The giant runes carved into the Divine Ram pulsed once, and a faint silver wall shimmered around the fleet below.
