For a moment, he turned pale, as if every drop of blood had been drained from his body.
His bulging eyes reflected disbelief as he tried to steady himself, bracing against his console for support. Trembling, choking on his own voice, he finally managed to speak while staring at the enemy fleet:
"This… this cannot be… this is impossible… impossible…"
Hearing their commander's broken words, many of his crew, who were already on the brink of madness, turned to look at him. And when they saw Korvus himself—shaken to the core, pale and unsteady—they turned even paler than him, their despair deepening.
MThen Zork, the friend of Toro, broke the silence. His voice was low, almost hoarse, as he stared at the radar and the holographic display showing the enemy fleet—untouched, their hulls flawless, an unbroken bluish shield enveloping them. "There's… there's no damage… nothing at all … not one of their ships is down. H-how… how can this be?"
