Soon, the hour of doomsday arrived.
As the barrier that had shielded them slowly crumbled, everyone felt their hearts lurch.
From the civilians to the cosmic elites, not a single person moved from their post.
On the Void Pulse, Nash quickly relayed orders for everyone to hold their positions and stay sharp.
A few days prior, well before the barrier fell, everyone had already moved into place.
The plan was straightforward: let the battleships and defensive weapons handle the tier 6, 7, and 8 dark beasts, while the elites cleaned up the rest.
They would still be facing a swarm, but the pressure would be manageable.
It also preserved the battleships' firepower and weapons, allowing them to focus entirely on the heavy threats without letting anything slip through.
Then, just as everyone locked into their positions, the energy holding the barrier together snapped.
