408:Naval Warfare[V]

The air around the Devil's Triangle felt suffocating, a strange blend of dread and disbelief gripping every individual aboard the massive fleet encircling the ominous region. 

The bombardment was unrelenting. Missiles, artillery shells, and beams of pure energy were being fired continuously, their trajectories aimed squarely toward the lone ship hovering definitely in the sky. Each strike seemed powerful enough to obliterate nearly anything that came in its path—yet, the target remained unscathed.

The pulsating shield around Evan's ship absorbed each impact with effortless grace, its surface shimmering and rippling like water struck by raindrops. Every time a missile detonated, the shield pulsed outward, neutralizing the blast and dispersing the shockwaves harmlessly into the atmosphere.