Thus,
within the academy fortresses along the edge of the battlefield,
the once-precise instruments all began emitting piercing alarms beneath the Blood Moon's light.
Then came a continuous series of explosions—the final act of short-circuited circuits and collapsing systems.
The communications equipment that had just been gleaming with hope, struggling to maintain contact with the outside world,
now shattered like fragile glass ornaments under the impact of the Blood Moon's chaotic power, turning into useless wreckage.
The bridge of information had been severed,
and distress signals were swallowed, making these fortresses seem abandoned by the universe,
completely isolating everyone.
"We're finished."
Those words were no longer a simple whisper of despair. They weighed heavily in everyone's hearts, becoming an irreversible verdict.
The eyes of many researchers had completely lost their former resolve and light, replaced by deep fear and helplessness.
Some stood frozen in place,
staring blankly at the Data Screens that could no longer be interpreted;
others collapsed weakly to the floor, letting blood and tears mingle and blur their vision.
The air was filled with a suffocating oppression—the fear of the unknown, the despair of failure.
Countless researchers fell to the ground as they watched their monitors display data errors.
However,
at that moment when despair and madness intertwined,
they saw light within the Abyss Gate that reflected everything.
It was a beam of light:
a beam
that suddenly erupted high above the abyssal horizon in countless dazzling radiances.
In an instant!
Sword of Damocles orbital strikes, like streams of falling fire, descended with boundless, overwhelming kinetic force, crashing down irresistibly toward the Blood-Colored Pustule that was gradually reviving.
Wherever those streaks of heavenly fire passed,
space itself seemed to be torn apart, and every obstacle was reduced to nothing before that destructive power.
At first,
the moment