Back on the Alliance flagship, the Alliance Council convened for an emergency meeting. Their previous victory was short-lived; Lena knew they had little time to solidify their plans before the Rhytil launched their counterattack.
"General Lyra," Lena began, "we need more than just a frontal assault. The Rhytil are cunning. Their fleets are relentless. But they also have their weaknesses. We need to exploit those."
Lyra nodded. "We've been analyzing their tactics. The Rhytil use energy shielding around their key warships, but it's not invulnerable. Their shield generators are exposed—hit them there, and we can disable their ships before they get within firing range."
Lena leaned over the holo-map, her finger tracing the layout of the Rhytil fleet. "We've fought them before. They rely heavily on brute force, but their leadership, their High Command, is what gives them the edge. If we can neutralize their command ships first, we cut the head off the snake."
Commander Tavon, the head of fleet operations, spoke up. "If we focus on their command ships, we'll need precise coordination. We'll need to lure them into an open field—no obstacles, no terrain advantage. Once they're in our trap, we strike with everything we have."
Lena's gaze hardened. The Rhytil were ruthless, but she couldn't afford to make mistakes. She was keenly aware that every decision made now would be critical. Her reliance on the core had made her stronger, but it had also made her question everything.
But there was no time for hesitation.
"We're going to give them a taste of their own medicine," Lena said firmly. "Deploy the fleets. Hit them hard and fast. Take out their command ships before they even know what hit them. We can win this."
As the Alliance fleet prepared for the assault on the Rhytil forces, the tension between the two factions had reached its boiling point. Both sides had suffered losses, but neither would yield.
The battle for Qamar would be the turning point in the war—a confrontation that would determine the future of the galaxy. The Rhytil, with their ruthless ambition and overwhelming firepower, would not relent easily. The Alliance, now united under Lena's leadership, knew they had only one chance to strike.