The battle raged on as the Alliance pushed forward, but the Rhytil were not giving up without a fight. The battle was far from over, and Lena knew this victory could be short-lived. Still, as she watched the progress unfold, she felt a surge of hope. They had done it—they had pierced the heart of the Rhytil's command.
But the true test was still to come.
The Rhytil's counteroffensive was swift and brutal. Within minutes, the balance of power had shifted once again. Lena could feel the pressure mounting, but she wasn't about to let up. Every moment counted. This was the turning point in the war.
"Coordinate with the ground forces," Lena ordered, her voice now sharp with urgency. "We need to hit their capital. All resources, all troops—prepare for an all-out offensive."
Her officers moved quickly, responding with precision as the battle continued to evolve. The next step in this war would decide it all.
As the Alliance fleet adjusted its formations and prepared for the final push, Lena's eyes remained focused on the mission ahead. The Rhytil might have underestimated the Alliance before, but they would make no mistake this time.
The future of the galaxy depended on them.