The moment the Star Shield shattered like brittle glass under the relentless blow, Dier violently coughed up a mouthful of blood. His aura plunged drastically, weakening in an instant as a severe backlash struck him from the catastrophic destruction of his law-infused barrier.
Dier didn't even have a split second to wipe the crimson from his chin before he froze, staring ahead in raw horror.
Still dense, overflowing with apocalyptic fury, the dark-crimson beam surged unobstructed toward the command bridge.
"NO! WAIT—!"
Dier's desperate roar was instantly cut short.
The beam bored straight through the flagship's reinforced hull. A cataclysmic eruption of pure destructive energy detonated from the point of contact, greedily swallowing and obliterating everything in its wake. The pride of the armada—along with every soul and instrument of war aboard—was erased at the atomic level in mere milliseconds, if not faster.
