Then came a brief sensation of weightlessness.
And then—the scenery outside the window solidified again.
The bridge was quiet for two seconds.
"We have arrived at the target rendezvous point." The navigator's voice broke the silence. "Warp Jump deviation, zero point three light-seconds. All ships are in normal condition."
Theresa finally let out a breath, then tried to speak in the steady tone of a headmistress. "Very good. All fleets, stand by and await the legion's instructions."
After saying that, she was just about to step gracefully down from her footstool and go find Cecilia for a cup of tea.
However, before she could even take the first step, three people had already crowded up against the bridge's observation window.
"Wow—!"
Rita was the first to exclaim.
This Herrscher and Schicksal S-Rank Valkyrie had completely lost her usual dignified bearing at this moment.
She pressed both hands against the glass of the observation window, the scene outside reflected in her signature wine-red eyes. Her pupils had widened slightly from excitement, and unconcealable admiration showed in her soft, smiling voice. "This scale... is much more spectacular than the estimate before departure."
Cheng Lixue stood beside her, habitually silent, only tilting her head slightly up as she looked outside.
She considered herself fairly well-traveled.
But as the scene beyond the window gradually became clear, even with her cool temperament, her lips parted slightly despite herself.
"T-this is..." Anna Schariac cried out directly.
This Herrscher of Ice was usually gentle and dignified, but now she even forgot to use honorifics, her voice rising unconsciously. "Just how many warships are there...?!"
The scene before them was indeed almost absurdly spectacular.
The rendezvous point had been chosen in a vast stretch of space.
At this moment, that expanse was almost completely filled—silver, gold, and pale