Theoretically, the first Titan in the history of the Commonwealth had been built by the Empire, after all. No one could be certain there wasn't some kind of backdoor in it. So once the warship had successfully broken through, it had gone completely radio silent—and far more silent than Marshal Yu's Silent, for that matter.
During the nearly year-long period without contact, the Independent had been sunk twenty times in all sorts of rumors, swallowed by black holes thirty times, and burned to a crisp by high-frequency radiation in dangerous, extreme star systems fifty times.
But as long as there was no definite news or proof, she had to still be alive. The soldiers of Earth believed that with all their hearts.
Yang Xiyi's answer soon proved them right. "The Independent is still alive. She's even found a trustworthy base and allies. I only just got the news myself."
After half a minute of rejoicing, Akina Mountain Hachiman quickly shifted into the mindset of a staff officer. "But to get from here to Fermo, they'd have to take the outer ring toward Terra, which would mean crossing half the occupied zone."
"Not realistic, and the route is too long," Yang Xiyi said.
"The other option is to pass through the I-Count Star Gorge or the Lucnar Corridor, crossing the territory of the Grand Duchy of Angmang."
However, two Imperial Titans were stationed there, under the command of Marshal Ikenroga, serving as the Empire's overall strategic reserve.
"Marshal Ikenroga has already led more than half the reserve fleet clusters back to the Empire. They're racing toward the Heavenly Domain. Naturally, they're going to the capital's aid. As for the Imperial fleet left in the Far Shore nations, it numbers fewer than four hundred ships now. I got that news yesterday, too,"