Lorraine turned from the display, her gaze shifting to the vastness of space beyond. For her, this was merely another step in V01D's campaign—a demonstration of strength that would ripple across the galaxy, warning all who would dare defy them. There was no joy in her heart, no satisfaction in the destruction she had wrought. She saw her role as the hand of inevitability, the one who wielded power without remorse, without hesitation.
On the remaining planets of the Wing Race, word of Wingra-7's destruction and the fleet's defeat spread like wildfire. Families gathered in grief, leaders scrambled for plans, and every soul in the system felt the weight of impending doom. They knew now what they faced was not a conqueror but an executioner, a force that would leave nothing but silence in its wake.