The Rhytil’s Masterstroke

The Rhytil had been waiting. As Lena's forces launched their offensive, they found themselves walking into a well-laid trap. The intelligence they'd relied on was flawed. The Rhytil had placed spies within their ranks, feeding false information that had led them directly into an ambush.

As Lena's fleet moved into position, the full extent of the deception became apparent. The Rhytil forces were much closer than expected, their true fleet lying in wait, hidden within the asteroid fields. The moment the Alliance ships crossed into range, they were caught in a devastating barrage.

"Lena, they've set a trap," Captain Nora reported, her voice urgent. "We've fallen right into their hands."

Lena's stomach dropped. She had underestimated the Rhytil's capacity for subterfuge. But there was no time to lament her mistake. "All ships, engage the enemy! We're not retreating!"

Tavon appeared beside her, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them. "Lena, we fight now. They're making their move, but we're not done yet."

Lena nodded, determination solidifying within her. This war had just entered its most dangerous phase. But she refused to let them lose. Not after everything they had fought for.