And only now were they revealing their true power—their firepower. It was just as strong, if not stronger, than their so-called unbreakable shields.
Korvus thought grimly, his instincts whispering that the situation was hopeless, that he should accept his death. But he rejected the notion outright. His delusion had reached a point where reality itself no longer felt real to him.
The command deck reeled in chaos, slick with blood. Minotaur officers groaned in agony, their cries filling the half-destroyed chamber. Yet none of it reached Korvus. His ears were deaf to the screams, his mind consumed only with survival. Like an animal facing a predator, he was unwilling to die, his instincts clawing at him to find a way—any way.
