Executor's bridge.
The atmosphere here was now as stagnant as death. No one even dared to breathe loudly, and some of the more timid officers were trembling slightly.
The source of this terrifying atmosphere was the man standing in the center of the bridge like a demon.
Black armor, black helmet, black cape—even his eyes were completely concealed. Standing before him, all one could see was their own terrified face reflected in the smooth helmet.
Just half an hour ago, everything had been moving in a favorable direction. Although their fleet lacked supplies and energy, and its officers and crew were exhausted, they had nonetheless successfully drawn the Separatist fleet into a decisive fleet battle.
Although most junior and mid-ranking officers and enlisted personnel were dissatisfied with, even furious over, this decision, the outstanding officers in the Staff Department and command headquarters could still understand just how wise it was to fight this fleet battle now.
In other words, after this battle, even if no immediate victor was decided, they could withdraw while ahead. After severely damaging the Rendili Defense Fleet, they could fall back to the edge of the system, drive off the enemy's detached fleet, reopen their rearward lines of communication, and receive supplies.
Once resupplied, they could attack the planet again at full strength and take it in one stroke, without any suspense.
But... one piece of news had reduced all those efforts to nothing.
Kira planet had fallen!
How was that possible?! It had only been two days since both sides declared war on August 6! Even after part of the fleet stationed in the Kira system had been redeployed, it still had 1,100 capital ships and more than 3,000 small and medium auxiliary warships remaining. With armed space stations and the Planetary Shield working in