Meanwhile, on the frontlines

The Alliance's fleet moved forward, the ships' engines roaring as they prepared to engage the Rhytil's forces. The enemy was ready and waiting, their warships lined up in an intimidating display of power. But Lena's strategy was already in motion.

The heavy bombers split off from the main formation, diving toward the Rhytil's flanks. The Rhytil responded quickly, activating their advanced weapon systems in an attempt to intercept. But the Alliance's bombers were faster, more nimble, and their tactics were anything but predictable.

Explosions lit up the space around them as the bombers fired on the Rhytil's outer defenses, drawing the enemy ships out of formation. It was a risky move, but it was paying off.

In the heart of the battlefield, Lena's flagship led the charge. Its massive engines burned bright as it accelerated toward the central command station of the Rhytil fleet. The fleet commanders were in a frenzy, trying to react to the unexpected assault, but the Alliance was already one step ahead.

Lena's gaze was fixed on the holographic display, her mind calculating every potential move the enemy could make. She didn't have time to second-guess herself. There were no other options. The fate of the galaxy rested on this one chance.

"Commander, we're taking heavy fire from their dreadnoughts," one of the officers called out. "Shields holding for now, but we can't keep this up for long."

Lena's eyes flickered with determination. "All ships, focus fire on their central command. The sooner we break them, the sooner we can end this."

The fleet responded immediately, their weapons locked on the heart of the Rhytil's defenses. Lena's flagship fired its weapons, and the deep hum of the cannons echoed in the command center as energy blasts surged toward their targets. The Rhytil dreadnoughts fired back, their beams striking the Alliance ships with devastating force.

But the tide was turning. The coordinated assault from the Alliance fleet began to take its toll on the Rhytil. Their shields faltered under the relentless barrage, and their command station—once thought indestructible—started to show signs of weakening.

Lena's voice was unwavering as she issued orders. "Push forward. We're almost there."