As Lena's flagship advanced, Tavon stepped forward, his face set with determination. "We'll be right behind you, Commander. You're not doing this alone." The gesture was simple, but the trust in his voice felt like a lifeline.
For the first time since the beginning of the war, Lena allowed herself a small, grateful smile. Tavon had always been a steadfast ally, but his courage now meant more than ever. Their bond had solidified over months of hardship, and now it was a source of strength.
"You'll lead the flanking forces," Lena ordered, her voice clear. "Make sure that we take out their rear fleet. If we can get their attention, we'll give our ships more time to regroup."
Tavon nodded. "Consider it done."
The battle escalated. The Alliance ships were regrouping, their ships under constant fire, but the Rhytil were relentless. Lena's flagship rocketed through the chaos, its pulse cannons firing at the enemy dreadnoughts with pinpoint accuracy. The field was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and explosions.
In the midst of the destruction, Lena's mind never faltered. She could feel the weight of her decisions bearing down on her, but she wouldn't let fear control her actions.