If someone came to look at the Fifth Fleet's current state, and happened to know even a little about physics and military common sense, they would definitely stomp their feet and curse. The reason was simple: these gigantic starships were now "piled up" together in an utterly unscientific, unreasonable manner. It was enough to make one suspect that they were all scrapped heaps of junk tossed into some corner of the universe, only to become such a massive clump under the pull of gravity. Warships hundreds of kilometers long were crammed together, with barely a hundred meters between them. Because of their shapes, the larger vessels left quite a few gaps between one another, and the smaller ships packed themselves into even those spaces without wasting an inch, like little fish and shrimp hiding in the shadows of a coral reef. Such an enormous mass of large warships piled together created tremendous gravitational chaos, so none of the ships dared move carelessly. Otherwise, they would instantly collide and collapse into a ruined planet. Every vessel equipped with gravitational control was now linked to a massive data network, coordinated through a single mainframe to ensure that the delicate gravitational environment of this colossal formation did not collapse—if it did, the damage to the ships at the very center would be no less devastating than a gravitational weapon strike followed by saturation bombardment.
Coco Kina was right. If the enemy attacked now, forget about fighting back—they would destroy half of themselves just by moving. In Sandora's words, these warships were "tangled together like a mess of yarn. Other than being tightly wound, there's no benefit whatsoever." But for us, being tightly wound was the only condition that mattered.
"Will it really be all right supporting a Void Domain on this scale?" Sandora