All immediately felt their minds and bodies strengthen. Their blood pumped heavily through their veins as their own internal energies rose. As a result, their fears and anxieties and worries melted away and were replaced with a sense of purpose and sacrifice and indomitability. Einherjar fighter pi
The woman’s pale face was framed by her wild and chaotic dark red hair. But what Freya noticed most was the murderous, gleeful grin that was etched on it. She realized that all this death and destruction and wanton carnage was something Eris reveled in. She could understand the feeling - all of the
Heavy plasma lances from some of the defending de Jardin fleet converged onto one of the last few Imperial battleships left on the field. The powerful arcs of energy ripped through the heavily-damaged chitin and decimated whatever was left. It was surrounded by the debris that used to be the rest o
More death and destruction followed them in their wake. Back at the Control Room, High Admiral Pavir cursed loudly at the sight. The Federation was bringing in more and more with each passing moment and almost outpaced the damage they were doing. Worse, the Federation was whittling away the de Jar
Deadly streams of various weapons fire raked the Federation ships with unfettered power. Heavy plasma lances tore through the relatively flimsy titanium armor plating with ludicrous ease. Their arcs of raw energy quite literally overpowered whatever energy shielding the ships had, then chewed into t
Waves of Freya’s shared energies swept through Colviss and Orsethii, both of whom actively felt it happening. They both instinctively realized what Freya was doing, for the most part anyway. And although they didn’t understand how she was accomplishing whatever she was doing, they certainly welcomed
At the same time, each of the heavy fighters charged up their front mortar pincers to the absolute maximum. Their very tips glowed a bright orange as the pitch-black devourer nanites were brought into existence at the very center. All of them practically ignored any of the Discordian fighters and
Merlin’s mouth fell agape as the words passed through his ears. He came dangerously close to realizing just how right Sin was, that all the excess he reveled in was merely distractions from the oppression he had suffered. But he couldn’t go further with the thought, and immediately pushed it out of