Ethan steadied himself in the aftermath. His chest still rose and fell slightly, but his eyes had already dropped back onto the battlefield ahead.
The self-destruction of that medium fortress had flipped this entire stretch of void over once. Turbulent energy was still rolling in waves around them. Shattered spatial seams hung there like open wounds, refusing to close.
The surviving monsters were scattered everywhere—some with only half a body left, some still struggling while dragging broken limbs. The blood-red gemstones in their chests had dimmed a great deal, and the power they released was nowhere near as vicious as before.
Ethan drew in a breath, then shouted.
The moment the command spread, the Emerald Castle army—already pulled back to a safe distance—pressed in again.
Rows of weapon ports along the front of the fleet lit up. The small ships accelerated first, surging forward like a steel flood returning to the battlefield.
