Yu Lian's finger traced a glowing path across the holographic star map, sweeping toward Gravity Well No. 2, the entrance to the TR Corridor. It was a route entrance that didn't appear on any of the Empire's standard star charts.
That was the Imperial fleet's trap.
The Aslon fleet, cautiously creeping along the TR Corridor, was the bait. Once he took it and launched a hunt against the small fleet, made up mostly of light ships, the Imperial fleet hiding at Eilanwei would become the third party lying in wait.
They had arranged themselves at the exit of Gravity Well No. 2 in the ideal formation for a jump: a long, straight line. The moment they detected combat activity eight light-years away, the three battlecruisers leading the operation could reach the battlefield within thirty minutes.
The Imperial fleet had indeed made the most of the well's capacity.
To be fair, ten battlecruisers, four carriers, and more than twenty heavy cruisers had completed their formation and prepared to jump in just one hour. From a tactical standpoint, their precision and efficiency had reached the level of an art form.
So when that neat line broke apart right before his eyes, even Yu Lian couldn't help feeling a little regret.
As expected of the Imperial Guards. They certainly lived up to their reputation.
Even so, the Silent was bringing them within its sights.
"The Mirage system?" Yu Lian asked.
"It's still running. The power... well, it can hold out for a while yet!" the captain replied, his voice firm and resolute. Or perhaps too resolute. After all, the commander had said that no one was to speak to him until the power levels dropped to the critical threshold.
Just then, the sensor department delivered its latest report. They had detected a large