The sky above the Capital of the Divine Wind Empire darkened under the shadow of an armada that emerged from the void.
Ethan hovered at the center of the vanguard, his robes billowing in the wind and his eyes burning with rage. Knowing that his wives and his ROYAL members were imprisoned due to the conspiracy orchestrated by the three empires had shattered his restraint.
"Crul," ordered Ethan in a voice so icy it froze the ambient moisture. "Annihilate that barrier. Now."
[Understood, Master.]
At his command, Crul deployed over ten thousand vessels, arranging them like a cloud above the dome protecting the city. In synchrony, all ten thousand ships engaged short-range jump drives, launching on a suicide trajectory against the imperial barrier.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The impact made the earth rumble for leagues around. The Capital's barrier, designed to withstand months of siege, groaned under the kinetic force, trembled, and yielded entirely, shattering into shards of light.
