OUTER VOID – FORWARD LINE
The deep void was completely dark, offering no stars, no nebula light, and nothing but endless black to swallow the approaching fleets. To cut through the blindness, both sides launched fusion bulbs into the empty space. They drifted forward, igniting one after another, blooming into brilliant artificial suns that cast sharp, white light across the battlefield. The sudden illumination revealed two perfect lines of warships facing each other, weapons cold, engines humming, waiting for the first strike.
Orion stood at the front of the human line, his lean suit catching the harsh glare. He did not raise his hand or shout an order. He simply took a step and folded space.
Exactly two thousand Planetary cultivators followed in perfect synchronization. Spatial fractures bloomed around them like opening petals, and they stepped out of the folds without a single stumble.
