|AFTERMATH|

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After the flash of light dispersed, the storm surrounding C.S. Zephyr started to disperse, the impenetrable 'wall' weakened in strength, enabling the 2 vessels to push through. The beings on both vessels were stunned at what stood before them, a massive ship about 1 kilometer long (~1011 meters/3316 feet) and 200 meters wide (~656 feet), standing tall at about 40 meters (~140 feet).

"What in Gods name is this?!?" Something on the vessel muttered aloud. "How can something like this exist? There isn't supposed to be any land here!"

Breaking the spell of shock, the daemons behind them launched an attack, not at the vessel in front of them, but at the massive structure in front of them. Alerting the beings of their presence.

"What the fuck? Why are the daemons here? Is this thing one of their creations?!?"

"Quit your yapping and prepare to fight!!!" A human figure yelled at its shipmate. "An' clear ya mind. Why would they attack something if its theirs?!? Common sense would say that they are enemies. And that makes them our allies, whatever the damn thing is."

C.S. Zephyr|Central bridge|Arashi squadron

Several minutes before the attack

"Admiral!" Officer Leeman, who was operating the outer cameras of the vessel, yelled, "Contacts coming towards us bearing 192. 2 visuals, one of them looks like recreational wooden boat and the other..."

"What is it?" Vardan asks, wondering why the officer suddenly stopped, "Describe it."

"Well sir, it looks like a pile of flesh and scales."

"Flesh and scales? Put it up on the main screen."

"Sir."

The officer brings up his screen to show the entire crew. Two vessels are shown. One that seems to be made out of wood and another that looks like flesh, blood, and scales melded together to make something like a boat.

"How the hell does that thing move?" One of the officers asked, "There's no sail or paddles, and there is no indication of a motor driving the thing."

"Good question, I guess we'll find out sooner or later." Another one replied.

As everyone was processing what they were currently looking at, a projectile was launched from the flesh boat towards the ship. Striking the stern and leaving a small dent in the hull. Seeing as their attack failed to inflict any noticeable damage, the flesh boat turned its attention at attacking the wooden boat.

"Well at least we know one of them are hostile. Look! The wooden ship, its turning broadside. Is it going to shoot as well?" The combat officer asks.

"Doesn't look that way. I think its going to engage the flesh boat."

"How do you know?"

"Admirals intuition." Vardan answered, "Inform CAG that he has permission to deploy strike units. Target the pile of flesh. Also try to save the wooden boat"

"Sir." The officer replied, "Relaying command to CAG. CAG, this is CS, permission granted to launch strike groups. Specified target designated F1. Shoot to kill. Secondary objective, save target designated w1."

"Order received."

Hanger Bay|C.S. Zephyr

A screech rang out across the hanger bay as the PA system turned on.

"Emergency deployment order, emergency deployment order. Potato 3-1, 6-1, report to the BRoom for a brief, all others stand by. Technicians, change their birds payload from interception to strike ocean. Ignite engines and set to standby mode."

CAG Anderson leaned back into his chair after delivering his order. Anderson was an ex-CO of an fallen nations carrier fleet. His fleet was the rearguard to stall his enemies from reaching his homelands, unfortunately, what he didn't know was that several other countries declared war on them and assaulted his country on all sides, bringing an end to it and his fleet. He was rescued by the PMC and once he showed his vast amount of experience, he was assigned as CAG after a 18 month test period.

"Time to get this sack of bones up and moving." He muttered to himself. As he went to the BRoom, he was communicating with Arashi to find out how the targets were moving and the best plan of action.

"...they are not using the conventional way of naval combat." Arashi reported, "It seems like the balls of light they are using contain some sort of physical energy that allows them to deal damage to each other. There is evidence of ancient Earth technology aboard the wooden vessel, something similar to that of a bow and arrow, but it hasn't been touched since the beginning of the fight."

"Hmm. Is there a clear winner or loser?" Anderson questioned, "Three minutes should have been enough time for one side to destroy the other."

"Well sir, the frequency of shots being fired upon each other is rather slow. I have only counted several trades so far, with minimal damage to each side. There may be a factor that can't be seen from above."

"Maybe." Anderson furrowed his brows, "Keep observing the fight, I will check in with you in a couple minutes."

As Anderson entered the BRoom, 2 pilots were sitting in front of a screen that was connected to the optical port of the recon jet.

"What do you think Em, do you think we can save the both of em?" The male pilot spoke. "One of them looks like its going under any minute now."

"Yeah, by the time we get up in the air, most likely that a victor is going to be the only thing floating." 'Em' replied. "Guess its going to be a strike only launch if they are that hostile."

The two pilots, Alex 'Ark' Clarke and Emilia 'Em' Lewis were conversing, trying to gleam any information that could shed light on the situation the whole ship is under. Emilia was the first to see Anderson enter the BRoom.

"Hey old man, what do you have for us?"

"Call me Commander Anderson, and I have nothing much than saying those vessels are your targets. The primary objective is to destroy the target designated as F1, your secondary objective is to save the wooden ship designated W1, but it looks like thats not going to be possible. So once you finish the primary objective, establish a patrol around the ship."

"A patrol? Why do we got to do that?" Alex grumbled, "Can't you get the others to do it?"

"We can't." Anderson curtly replied, "We are in unknown waters, we have no connections to any satellites so we can not rely on our GPS to track our planes, and the situation is not dire enough to send up our Aces of Aces."

"Cool it Alex." Emilia scolded as she knocked on his head, "Alright old man, how big should our patrol be? Shouldn't our radar cover a large radius around the ship?"

"After you finish the strike, establish a patrol of 15 km radius around the ship. We can't fully rely on our radar when we don't even know what countermeasures the things here have. There could be a full armada beyond our eye sight that our radar can't pick up. So when you two are on patrol, report everything you see or feel that's different from the norm. Also, take photos of any landmarks or features, we are going to need those to establish a map now that we can't connect to our satellites."

"Thats the end of the brief, now get going." Anderson yelled at the two. "Every second we waste raises the risk that our ship will be destroyed!"

RITUAL SITE|UNKNOWN|DARK REALM

Large explosions and spacial tears saturated a giant space with magic circles engraved into the ground. Multiple bodies could be seen strewn about, many of them mutilated, burned, and crushed. As small layer of blood pooled on the floor a figure knelt in the very center of the circle, chanting incomprehensible words. As it finished its chant, it was fatally struck by and unstable ark of energy. Looking up, it started to laugh and speak in proper English, a language that shouldn't exist in this world.

"The...is....lete. ....End.....World..."