Global Crossing: Empire of Stars

"But we've already done everything we can!" one civilization leader said sorrowfully.

"Yes, we've fought with everything we have, but reality won't compromise for anyone. Because of its inferior materials, our Dawn is already far behind the Ankordri Kin's Stellar Titan in its basic attributes," General Sanchez stated in his usual even tone.

"This is the best outcome the Staff Group could estimate. If the Ankordri have any hidden tricks up their sleeves, the odds could be even worse."

The group listened to the general's account in a daze. Despair quietly took root.

Could it be that even after the survivors had spent over two hundred years building this enormous warship, it still couldn't guarantee their safety?

"Everyone, we should be proud!" General Sanchez looked at the group, whose morale had been battered by one piece of bad news after another, and continued:

"Two hundred years ago, we didn't even have the chance to stand before the Ankordri Kin. Now, at least, we've earned that chance!"

The atmosphere in the hall remained heavy. Everyone present was a civilization leader, steadfast and possessed of their own opinions. They certainly wouldn't let a few simple words of comfort sway them. They knew the greatest crisis was already upon them.

"So why stay in this fallen galactic arm and fight an enemy we have no hope of defeating? Why can't we leave right now and begin exploring the outer galactic arms?" one councilor shouted, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Under everyone's gaze, he showed no fear. Instead, he spoke with righteous conviction: "The survival of civilization comes before everything else! Before, we had no way to cross the vacuum between galactic arms. But now we have the ability to make long-distance voyages. Why stay here and fight the Ankordri to the death?

"We have