The first wave of Alliance ships engaged the Rhytil defenses swiftly. The surprise was enough to rattle the Rhytil, who had become accustomed to holding their ground against the various factions. But this time, the Alliance's strike was focused and relentless. Waves of energy blasts erupted, shattering the enemy's outer defenses. But this was only the first phase—Lena knew they couldn't afford to get complacent. The true battle was still ahead.
"Status update?" Lena asked, her eyes scanning the control screens.
"Outer defenses breached. The Rhytil are scrambling reinforcements," Draven reported, his face hardening as he surveyed the battle from his post. "They're retreating into the heart of their stronghold."
Lena nodded. "Prepare the second wave. We cannot let them regroup. Strike fast, and take their central command station."
As the second wave surged forward, Lena couldn't help but feel the weight of her choices. This first strike was critical, but it would set the tone for the war to come.