Elara followed the arching barrage just as it struck the Alliance fleet with apocalyptic force, explosions ripping through their ranks. Fireballs erupted across the horizon, causing her blue eyes to widen in shock as her body trembled.
''Husband created these things! They will help us win this war!'' she muttered, excitement welling up inside her.
Moments later, a mana screen appeared on the bridge, showing a scene of steel hulls buckling under the impact, plumes of black smoke billowing into the sky, staining the morning light.
'Even with a smaller fleet we can fight the Alliance,' her thoughts raced with all kinds of plans and scenarios that will help Draconoa.
Just then, missiles slammed into the lead Alliance battleship, tearing through its bow and sending it listing to starboard as flames erupted from the strike. The 2nd Fleet's cannons pounded a cruiser's flank, igniting its munitions in a massive blast.
