"I bet you can!" The Grand Elder chuckled, a deep, knowing sound that resonated in the quiet hall. He was certain his younger elder was simply playing his cards close to his chest, deflecting attention to avoid becoming the centre of the other elders' scrutiny.
Since Moth refused to divulge the secret, everyone returned their focus to the holographic relay. The display showed Hye's fleet dispersing and reforming with weird ease and smooth moves.
The ships organised themselves into two distinct layers: a vanguard that stood firm to welcome the enraged Wyverns head-on, and a massive secondary force that remained several miles behind, hovering like a silent predator.
"Now!" The moment the leading edge of the Wyvern wave slammed into the frontal force, Hye gave the signal. His rear fleet didn't just move; it separated into dozens of independent task forces, each streaking into a pre-calculated vector.
