As soon as the first Nexum troops hit the surface, they were greeted by fire and fury. Trenches, bunkers, and hardened defensive lines stretched for miles, turning the battlefield into a killing field.
Artillery cannons roared, sending massive shockwaves through the earth. Railguns fired from fortified positions, ripping through enemy transport ships before they could even touch down.
This was not a battle of thousands against thousands; this was millions against millions, the kind of war that only those who had conquered worlds before had ever seen.
In the heart of Nexum's flagship command deck, Percival sat in absolute comfort.
Lounging in his throne-like chair, he barely paid attention to the battlefield unfolding before him. One slave girl knelt beside him, carefully feeding him fruit, while another gently fanned air onto his face, keeping him cool as the war raged below.