Bulon's flagship was a majestic Emperor-class Battleship, its hull gleaming with a mysterious light beneath the illumination, as though it bore endless power and responsibility.
Near the battleship, more than six hundred naval warships of every kind stood in orderly formation like loyal guards. Each radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure, as though ready to enter battle at any moment.
The treads beneath the Servitor spun rapidly as it led Carl and her group through broad, bustling corridors and into the battleship's bridge.
The sight on the bridge was breathtaking. Countless personnel moved between the various consoles like a colony of busy ants, their eyes filled with focus and tension.
The Servitors' fingers danced swiftly across the control panels as they maintained close contact with the commanders of every warship, relaying received information to the staff. The staff collected and consolidated the reports submitted by the Servitors before passing them on to their superiors.
The hum of the communications equipment and the flashing indicator lights intertwined, forming a tense yet orderly symphony.
The moment Carl and her group stepped onto the bridge, their attention was immediately drawn to General Bulon standing amid the crowd, along with the senior officers beside him.
General Bulon was tall and straight-backed, clad in an ornate military uniform and wearing a cap that symbolized honor. His entire presence radiated an inviolable majesty.
Beside him, the senior naval officers wore grave expressions. Dressed in exquisite uniforms, with various medals and weapons at their waists, they displayed their status and glory.
Several Astartes Space Marines clad in heavy power armor stood like giants of steel. Their armor gleamed with a cold light, as though it could withstand any attack.
The massive Tech-Priest wore an ancient, mysterious red robe and held a thick tome in his hands. His