Beep. Beep. Beep.
The high-frequency communication array at the center of the command deck suddenly flared to life, projecting a massive, encrypted military hologram directly above the tactical table. The glowing red seal of the central sect headquarters pulsed with a heavy, urgent rhythm.
"Orders from the supreme high command have officially arrived, Vice Leader," the communication officer announced, reading the incoming data with a tense, rigid posture. "The directives are. We are strictly commanded to maintain our current coordinates and hold a defensive posture. We are explicitly forbidden from initiating direct combat or entering the frontier ruins until the main armada arrives. The entire Northern Fleet has been mobilized and is currently shifting toward our exact position."
The officer paused, swallowing hard as he scanned the massive reinforcement roster.
