In a border Province of the Empire, the Star Gate of the capital was transmitting a floating fleet. On the elegant, streamlined hulls of the ships, a brilliant emblem shone with pure white light.
This was the fleet from the Qinghui Territory.
Although the Imperial Star Gate System had been experiencing intermittent problems, Westheid, needing to send reinforcements at top speed, didn't choose the more conservative and stable option. Instead, he dived straight into the Star Gate.
As expected, their transit through the Spirit Realm came with a few minor troubles. They were battered by wave after wave of spiritual turbulence corrupted by Chaos, and the fleet barely limped to its destination amidst the violent tremors.
"Report our damage status."
Westheid commanded from the bridge of the flagship the moment they exited the Star Gate.
His subordinate quickly tallied the results.
