Under the close watch of countless powers across the universe, a war capable of shaping the future balance of power erupted at the border starfields of the Kree Empire.
One side was an old interstellar empire making a desperate stand with its massive fleets and extreme genetic technology. The other was the vanguard of the Hilling Empire, bearing the fires of Destruction and order—the Blood Angels Legion.
In the sea of stars, light rained down like a storm.
Under the unified command of the Supreme Wisdom, the Kree Empire fleet displayed striking military discipline.
Tens of thousands of warships, from light frigates to battleships as massive as mountains, formed endless webs of deadly firepower.
Energy cannons, plasma torpedoes, gravitational singularity bombs... all manner of destructive weapons poured toward the Blood Angels formation.
Their tactics were simple and effective—using their absolute numerical advantage to launch unceasing saturation attacks, hoping quantity would produce a qualitative change and drown the superior enemy in endless artillery fire.
For a time, the starfield occupied by the Blood Angels fleet was shrouded in the blaze of countless explosions, while unending ripples spread across their energy shields.
Occasionally, an especially concentrated barrage even made a frigate's shields flicker violently and issue overload warnings.
On the bridge of the Blood Angels flagship, Sanguinius stood quietly before the vast observation window, her beautiful face carrying a trace of appraisal and... faint approval.
"This Kree Empire is not entirely incompetent. Such precise coordination, with almost no delay." Her cool voice echoed across the bridge. "This must be the Supreme Wisdom mentioned in the reports, directing everything as one, yes? Its computational power is fairly impressive."
Dante, standing behind her, bowed slightly. "Just as you said, Mother. Scans have confirmed that every enemy vessel is receiving orders from a unified consciousness.