Countless battleships squeezed past each other from outside the Chaotic Stone Zone, passing through it. Equally countless battleships were forced to change course, blocking the suddenly narrowed channel, intercepting the enemy.
The command room of the Athena was silent. At this moment, there was no need for command anymore. Except for the ejection channel still desperately releasing and recovering fighters, still trying to offer a shred of hope to the slaughtered ally ships, the entire battleship was like a silent tomb. Every warrior was stifled by immense sorrow.
After over a hundred hours of relentless fighting, the end was finally nearing.
Everyone understood that the 19th Group Fleet was at the brink of collapse. Beyond this point, there were no positions left to utilize. Passing through the asteroid belt might offer a glimmer of hope, but those left behind, turning to face the enemy, would forever rest in this Domain. A command to turn was, in essence, a decision to die.
