The Tide Turns

Despite the initial success of their surprise assault, the Rhytil were quick to adapt. They launched countermeasures—swift, brutal tactics designed to inflict maximum damage. The Alliance's ships began to suffer hits, their shields weakening with each barrage.

"We're losing momentum!" Tavon shouted over the comms, his voice tight with frustration. "They've recovered faster than we thought."

Lena clenched her teeth, her gaze narrowing as the battlefield unfolded before her. Her fleet was taking damage, but they were still holding strong. She couldn't afford to lose control now.

"Push them back!" Lena commanded. "We need to give them no room to breathe."

With her orders, the Alliance pressed the attack harder. They began to form tighter formations, using their speed and agility to avoid the worst of the Rhytil's firepower. But Lena knew they couldn't sustain the fight for much longer. The Rhytil were just too strong.

Then, a breakthrough.

"Commander, we've detected a weakness in their formation," Draven reported. "The Rhytil flagship is exposed. If we target that ship, we can cripple their command structure."

Lena's eyes lit up with determination. "All units, focus fire on their flagship. Now!"