This indiscriminate slaughter finally forced the two warring sides into a desperate, temporary alliance. The sensors of both fleets locked onto Hye's vessel, and a combined barrage of plasma and kinetic energy began to hammer against his hull.
Hye wasn't worried in the slightest. His warriors were operating the massive Outer Battlefield vessel with a cold, mechanical precision that bypassed the need for panic.
He watched the shield harmonics fluctuate as they absorbed the impact of a thousand combined volleys, the sturdy energy barriers holding firm against the onslaught. While the shields took the hits, Hye focused on what truly mattered: collecting the loot.
"I'm here primarily for the Dark Realm bones, but I won't say no to collateral gains," Hye muttered, an evil smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
