The sky over Northveil no longer belonged to the gods or to nature. It had been claimed by black soot, sulfurous steam, and a blizzard that refused to relent. Amidst the suffocating darkness, the gargantuan silhouette of The Emperor surged forward. The Super-Dreadnought class flagship sliced through the frozen waves with the arrogance of an apex predator. Its Dual-Railgun barrels no longer pulsed with a soft blue glow; this time, they emitted a blinding, stable white light—a dire sign that its mana capacitors were fully charged for a saturation strike.
