Foreshadowing of Rhytil’s Power Play

The ship's sensors flickered again. Something was off. A second surge of energy rippled through the battlefield.

Lena glanced at the data screen. A sickening realization dawned on her.

"Impossible," she whispered. "They've activated the final weapon again. They're preparing for a second strike."

Elias moved closer, his voice urgent. "We don't have time to prepare a proper defense. We need to disable that weapon—now."

Far from being intimidated by the Alliance's push, the Rhytil were relentless. Zalthar's eyes glinted as he stood before the final weapon's control interface. The first blast had weakened the Alliance fleet, but he was confident that the second strike would finally break their resistance.

"This war will be over before they even understand what's coming for them," Zalthar muttered, as his hands flew over the console.

The second pulse of energy, far more devastating than the first, began to charge. The weapon's signature was growing, a rippling force that would tear through the fabric of the battlefield itself.