The sky over Thal'morek Prime darkened as the fleet assembled. Massive citadels detached from their orbital docks, their armored hulls splintering the twin suns' light into fractured rainbows.
These weren't just ships, they were cities in the void, each one a floating fortress carrying thousands of souls and enough firepower to level a continent.
Smaller ships flew between the citadels like guards around a king. Frigates and destroyers kept their guns quiet, but their crews were ready to use them.
Troop carriers lined up, set to teleport soldiers to the ground. Support ships carried everything, food, tools, medicine, and gear to build shelters. The fleet wasn't just ready for war; it was prepared to rebuild a world.
