Battle of Kamas 12

Chen Xi stood with his back to the quarantine zone, unwilling to witness the inevitable scene.

His face remained expressionless. Only his tightly pressed lips and the faint twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed the fact that he was far less calm than he appeared.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. This was his duty, and also his curse.

For the survival of more people, he had to personally snuff out this insignificant hope that had only just been saved.

Meanwhile, even as Leona's main force continued its bloody tug-of-war against the heavily fortified Khorne Daemons outside Hera City, the deadlock in orbit was broken.

Lion El'Jonson keenly grasped the core of Serafex's tactics—using the ground war to pin down the Imperial fleet.

He realized that continuing to entangle the Chaos fleet in orbit would only bleed the ground forces dry.

They had to take a risk. They had to make a choice.

"Orders," the Lion's voice rang across the bridge of the Indomitable Truth, firm and decisive. "The Steadfast Will, the Emperor's Spear, and their escort formations are to break away from the main force and advance into low orbit above Hera City to carry out ground-fire support.

They are authorized to use all available weapons to clear the way for Leona's ground assault. Priority: highest."

It was an extremely risky decision.

Pulling out a small formation meant that the already outnumbered main Imperial fleet would become even weaker, making it easier for Serafex's main force to seize the opportunity and surround them.

"Father, this will leave the Indomitable Truth exposed to..." a senior captain tried to warn him.

"Carry out the order." The Lion cut him off, his gaze still fixed on Hera City's position on the star chart. "The outcome