Following an early warning from the galactic Watchers, the Noman Sector formed a seemingly impenetrable defense around each border world.
Hundreds of Titan-class warships, thousands of heavy dreadnoughts, countless mechs, and millions of slaves joined the war.
It was quite a spectacle from below.
The slave citizens watched with unease. They had never seen such movement from the military in recent years.
"I am getting scared. Why is everyone ascending to orbit?" an old beastkin slave muttered.
His calloused hands trembled as he dropped his heavy adamantine mining pick. He wiped the toxic soot from his eyes, staring up at the polluted crimson sky.
"Quiet down, old man. Do you want the overseers to hear you?" a gruff human miner hissed, looking around nervously.
"The overseers are gone, Jax," a younger elven worker with a heavily scarred face pointed out.
She leaned exhausted on her shovel, saying:
