Desperate Choices

The aliens tore an opening in their lines, nearly reaching the royal court.

The war had reached its most intense stage.

With the Prince of Doomsday's battleship providing support, the aliens were in high spirits.

On top of that, two more alien generals had arrived with their fleets, regrouping their forces for a final push to take Planet Veloxia.

The Emperor was at his wit's end.

Even if he called for reinforcements from other planets now, they wouldn't arrive in time.

All he could do was gather every remaining soldier, only to find that most were wounded survivors.

Even General Herrera had been injured in battle.

"Everyone, this is the empire's last moment of survival. I am deeply grateful to all of you for standing firm until now. We have no way out…"