The battle was still ongoing.
The unexpected enemy was far stronger than anticipated. They did not need to use Mass Effect Relays to jump between star systems like the Reapers did, so the Inquisition had no way to force them into a head-on confrontation by destroying the Mass Effect Relays as they had before. Thus, Echote had to split off fleet after fleet to intercept the enemies returning from the star systems and keep them outside the systems. She calculated the disparity in strength between both sides while putting on a show of preparing to throw everything into the fight at once, only to be blocked by the mechanical fleet.
Echote knew her mission very well. What she had to do now was not destroy the enemy, but buy time while drawing their attention.
In other words, she had to make them feel threatened without pushing them into a corner and making them flee in desperation.
It had to be said that this was no different from demanding that a horse run while refusing to feed it.
Especially when the enemy's forces were gradually surpassing the Inquisition Fleet's.
The Inquisition Fleet began to slow down. It was like a giant beast that had fallen into a swamp, struggling desperately to escape being swallowed by the mire. Yet the thick, heavy, bottomless mud was slowly and steadily devouring it.
It was only a matter of time.
At least, that was how things looked for now.
Fierce thoughts pulsed through the network. The cold Artificial Intelligence stared at the uninvited enemy while calculating its chances of victory again and again.
Not enough. It was still not enough. More forces were needed. Although the fleet that had suddenly appeared was far stronger than the Artificial Intelligence had expected, the enemy had made its