The smoke of battle slowly dispersed through space around Daedalus Base. The enormous wreckage of the reflector satellites floated like gravestones, silently bearing witness to the battle's brutality. Requiem's core had been utterly destroyed, and Djibril's escape pod had become cosmic dust. LOGOS, the power that had entrenched itself in the Earth Sphere for years with hatred and slaughter as its creed, had finally been annihilated. Led by the Starry Sky, the Archangel, and the Eternal, the combined fleet hung in orderly formation near lunar orbit. Battle damage remained clearly visible across their hulls, but every ship's lights carried a faint gleam of victory.
Space lay silent, with only the low hum of ship engines echoing through the darkness. The combined fleet's soldiers finally relaxed. Some leaned against their consoles, catching their breath; others exchanged celebratory high fives; still others gazed at the stars beyond the windows, their eyes full of hope for peace. Orb's space force soldiers wore expressions of relief at having survived. Remembering the ruins of their homeland and the compatriots they had lost to war, they longed all the more for a truly lasting peace. The surrendered Earth Forces soldiers looked guilty yet relieved. At last, they had escaped LOGOS's control. They no longer had to serve its cruelty or stain their hands with innocent blood.
Everyone had believed this fierce battle spanning Earth and the Moon would be the last battle of the war. Everyone had believed LOGOS's destruction would bring the Earth Sphere its long-awaited peace. Yet just as that joy began to spread, just as countless people prepared to cheer, a steady, powerful voice suddenly reached every corner of the Earth Sphere through the Starry Sky's universal communications channel. From every space colony in PLANT to every nation on Earth, from the summit