The main passage junction no longer existed. In its place was a massive hole nearly a hundred meters across, its edges twisted and torn, constantly spraying sparks and streams of energy.
Through the breach, the wreckage of structural frames and ruptured pipelines on the lower deck could be seen.
Every collision between Doom Slayer and Angron was like rubbing salt into the flagship's wounds. Violent tremors and the shriek of tearing metal spread throughout the area.
Luke stood with his back against the steel bulwark formed by Hilling's heavy mech soldiers. His face was pale as paper, yet the corner of his mouth kept twitching uncontrollably.
He could clearly feel the horrifying pulses coming through the deck beneath his feet, born from every clash between those two incarnations of pure violence.
Each impact made the flagship's structure groan under unbearable strain. Damage reports cascaded across the bridge's main display, while the alarming red zones continued to expand.
"What's the evacuation progress?" Luke's voice was weak, yet exceptionally calm.
"All non-combat personnel have entered the safe zones. Security doors have been sealed," the main control AI replied in a cold electronic voice. "However, structural damage in this area has reached 39.7% of the critical threshold and continues to rise. Continued high-intensity combat may raise the risk of cascading collapse in the core area to 42.3%."
Luke took a deep breath. "Order! Activate contingency plan seven of the Ark's Will isolation protocol! Immediately isolate the main passage junction and all connected decks! Activate the localized spatial stabilization field at maximum power! All defensive units are to withdraw to a safe distance and maintain a perimeter of suppressive fire. Without my direct order, no one is to enter the isolation zone!"
"Order confirmed. Isolation procedures initiated. Spatial stabilization field generating... 70%... 90%... 100%!"