At the edge of the Vital Star Domain, atop the highest observation deck of the flagship "Monarch," Cassandra stood as still as a statue.
The distant starry sky had lost the majestic order it once held.
The wizard warships, once lined up neatly like a forest of steel, now drifted haphazardly in the void, resembling dead branches ravaged by a hurricane.
Each shadow of the ship spoke of the pain of failure.
Metal fragments from explosions glimmered under the starlight, reflecting a light of despair like a shattered mirror.
Occasionally, severely damaged guard ships slowly glided past.
The cracks on the hull were shocking, revealing twisted internal structures and congealed bloodstains.
"Melviss's Great Wizard's third fleet has already begun to retreat. Their communications officer claims they need to 're-evaluate the tactical value.'
