The command bridge of the Iron Revenant erupted into a symphony of highly coordinated tactical precision the moment Admiral Malakor issued his order. The Corsair captains, having spent their entire lives running and hiding from the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Ashen Syndicate, now found themselves armed with the infinite power of a cosmic sovereign, and they unleashed decades of pent-up aggression with flawless, predatory synchronization.
The sixty heavy cruisers of the Winter Star armada surged forward as a single, unified spearhead, their Star-Frost Mana-Drives pulsing with a brilliant emerald radiance that painted the dark void in swaths of vibrant life-energy. Because their propulsion systems generated zero thermal friction, the entire fleet moved in absolute, terrifying silence, slicing through the frozen, crystalline remnants of the shattered gravity-well without losing a single fraction of their momentum.
