Rhytil Weapon Activation – A Desperate Gamble

The pulse weapon charged again, its energy signature now almost blinding. Lena gave one last, desperate order.

"All ships, full evasive maneuvers! Hold your positions!" she shouted, her voice sharp with urgency. "We're not backing down now!"

As the first wave of energy shot toward the fleet, Lena's ship shot forward, aiming to intercept the blast. For a brief moment, the ship's shields flared, absorbing the brunt of the damage. The hull groaned under the strain, but they survived.

The Rhytil fleet had just activated their final weapon. A deadly gamble had been made, but Lena had always known that true leadership meant walking the fine line between strategy and sacrifice.

As the battle raged on, Lena found herself alone in her quarters for a brief moment. The faces of the dead haunted her—every decision she had made, every life she had sent into battle. The burden of command was suffocating, and it was hard to shake the feeling that her choices were leading them all into even greater danger.

"Is it worth it?" she whispered to herself. "Am I leading them to victory or to a grave?"

But in that silence, she also knew one thing: There was no turning back now.