The Harvester's final, polite offer to be "perfected" was met with a very simple, and very rude, response. That response was a full broadside of plasma cannons from every single ship in the Bastion Alliance fleet.
The final battle had begun. And it was a losing one.
The Harvester's crystalline fleet was unlike any enemy they had ever faced. The ships were not just beautiful; they were terrifyingly effective. They moved with a silent, graceful, and perfectly coordinated precision, their every move part of a single, flawless, and very deadly plan.
But it was their weapons that were the real nightmare.
They fired beams of pure, blue-white, "conversion" energy. These beams did not explode. They did not burn. They just… changed things.
