Earth, low orbit.
The torrents of energy from the Ulysses Imperial Authority and Bulwark Star collided, turning the surrounding space into a meat grinder of laws.
Space was repeatedly torn apart and forcibly mended, while time flow developed bizarre zones of distortion. Occasionally, unlucky Abyss gods or apostles were swept in and instantly broken down into fundamental particles.
Sandora floated before the Imperial Authority, her long golden hair whipping wildly through the energy storm.
Her expression remained calm, but inwardly, she had already sighed.
She could clearly sense that the "pillars" of this universe were collapsing one by one.
The disturbances in the laws caused by the Sovereign struck against her senses again and again.
Every "chime" meant that Abyssal Hilling's control over this universe had deepened by another degree, and that the resistance had weakened by another degree.
The fleet would arrive soon and reinforce Viska.
Defeat seemed all but inevitable.
Viska, however, was the complete opposite.
Her face held the excitement and madness of a child who had received a new toy.
As the Paradox Engine ran at full power, Bulwark Star's energy supply reached its peak.
Dark-red energy surged from the depths of the star fortress as if alive, coiling around her petite body before pouring into every cannon barrel and every piece of armor.
"Hahahahaha! That's it! That's it!" Viska shrieked as she controlled Bulwark Star and launched another furious assault.
Dark-red beams burst forth from bizarre angles, each one striking precisely at a weak point in the Ulysses Imperial Authority's firepower.
Under Sandora's will, the Imperial Authority answered with a majestic, tightly coordinated barrage arranged like a symphony.
But Viska's attacks were too tricky, and gaps inevitably appeared in the Imperial Authority's defenses.
An especially concentrated dark-red beam finally pierced a shield on the Imperial