The joint fleet consisted of the First Fleet, the Shogunate Self-Defense Fleet, Harusame's 5th Division, and the Altana Liberation Army.
Along with the thousand-plus naval officers of the "Flash Legion."
Yet, under Borsalino's protection, they had remained completely unharmed.
As the excessively dazzling golden radiance gradually faded—
Those ten figures still stood in the void.
But the light swords in their hands had already returned to their normal size.
The entire battlefield had fallen into a deathly silence.
Though there was no sound in space to begin with.
But the point was the atmosphere. You get it? The atmosphere!
"Ahhh... Why? How could this...?"
Inside the command hall of the Bismarck-class dreadnought.
Admiral Morrison's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.
His mouth hung open as hoarse cries tore from his throat.
He stared in utter terror at the image on the screen, as though a god had descended.
"Fake. This has to be fake... I must still be dreaming!"
Admiral Morrison clutched his head and let out a pained wail, utterly ignoring the nails digging into his scalp.
"This isn't scientific! It's impossible!"
"That was the Galaxy Gun! A weapon capable of destroying satellites!"
"How could any living creature possibly split it apart with a single light sword?"
"God!"
"If this really is a dream, then please let me wake up!"
"How could something so absurd happen in this world?"
Admiral Morrison felt as though his worldview had collapsed at that moment.
It was truly unbearable.
Self-doubt—and even doubts about whether the world itself was real—
Filled every corner of his mind.
The fleet and weapons he had always been so proud of.
As well as the common sense he relied upon and the truths he firmly believed in.
Had all been trampled into pieces before that