The Collapse of the Rhytil Fleet

The Alliance ships surged forward, their weapons lighting up the vastness of space. Lena's command was sharp and precise, each maneuver a calculated risk that paid off. The Rhytil flagship, despite its strength and size, was now exposed.

"Target their central power core!" Lena ordered, her voice cutting through the comms. Her mind was focused entirely on the task at hand, blocking out the thoughts that had haunted her in the past weeks. The Rhytil could not afford to win this battle—not now.

Explosions rocked the flagship as the Alliance ships concentrated fire on its vital systems. It fought back fiercely, launching waves of devastating energy pulses, but the damage was already done. The flagship's shields began to fail under the pressure.

"All units, concentrate fire on the power core! This is the end of their command structure!"

The Rhytil flagship, once a symbol of their unyielding power, began to break apart. Explosions tore through its hull, sending shockwaves throughout the battlefield. For a brief moment, Lena couldn't help but feel a rush of relief—until the second wave of Rhytil reinforcements appeared.

"We have incoming!" Tavon yelled. "They're sending everything they've got!"

Lena's mind raced. She knew the battle wasn't over—far from it. The Rhytil were wounded, but they weren't out yet. It was time to finish what they had started.