The containment fortress was collapsing.Massive sections of the ancient coalition structure exploded one after another while distortion storms spread violently throughout the surrounding sectors.Countless ancient systems failed simultaneously beneath the spreading crimson resonance released by the awakening Cataclysm remnants.Inside Arthur’s ancient vessel, Arthur Crowne stood silently before the tactical projections while the ship accelerated away from the dying containment zone at maximum speed.Behind them, the prison that had survived since the Great Cataclysm was finally breaking apart.Ronan stared quietly at the projections displaying the collapsing sectors.For decades, Arthur had maintained this place alone.And now, it was ending.Several ancient coalition stations shattered apart across the outer displays as the spreading resonance destabilized the remaining suppression routes throughout the sector.Far deeper inside the collapsing zone, the enormous high-tier entity cont

The battle above Arken had descended into complete chaos.Distortion storms spread violently throughout the orbital sectors while countless military fleets struggled desperately to maintain formation beneath the overwhelming pressure radiating from the colossal Cataclysm entity.Entire warships exploded one after another.Planetary defense systems malfunctioned continuously.And at the center of it all, Arthur Crowne and Ronan Crowne stood directly against the nightmare descending upon Arken.Silver and golden energy erupted endlessly throughout the battlefield while shockwaves distorted the surrounding space itself.For the first time since entering Arken space, the hunter-class remnant had been forced backward.But not defeated.Far from it.The colossal construct released another violent surge of crimson distortion outward, causing several nearby Arken fleets to collapse instantly beneath the pressure.Arthur’s expression hardened immediately.“Fall back the outer fleet formation,”

The battlefield above Arken descended deeper into chaos.Distortion storms spread violently throughout the frontier sectors while emergency fleets struggled desperately to stabilize the collapsing orbital defense lines surrounding the capital planet.Inside the central military command tower, countless officers stared tensely at the tactical projections flooding the chamber.Then suddenly one signal disappeared.The room froze instantly.“Ronan Crowne’s signal lost.”Lucas’ expression changed immediately.“What?”The officer rapidly expanded the projection.A massive distortion corridor had collapsed entirely across one of the outer frontier routes.Every support fleet assigned to Ronan’s operation had lost synchronization simultaneously.Communication dead.Navigation failure.Support route collapse.Lucas’ eyes sharpened dangerously.Beside him, Arthur Crowne immediately activated several coalition tracking systems across the command projections.The old Martial Saint’s expression da

The universe began preparing for war. Across countless frontier sectors connected through the restored Coalition network, emergency fleets mobilized simultaneously while ancient military protocols dormant for generations reactivated one after another. Velmora war carriers emerged from hyperspace routes near the outer frontier sectors. The crystalline fleets of Serak’thel activated planetary defense formations. The Titan Worlds of Varkoros deployed fortress-class dreadnoughts large enough to rival cities. And throughout the battlefield routes surrounding Arken, the first reborn Coalition fleet slowly took shape once more. Inside Arken’s central military command tower, enormous tactical projections filled the chamber while officers from multiple civilizations coordinated battlefield formations together for the first time in centuries. At the center stood Arthur Crowne. The old Martial Saint calmly studied the expanding battlefield routes while countless fleet signatures appeared

The war spiraled further into disaster. Across the frontier sectors surrounding Arken, coalition fleets clashed endlessly against the advancing Cataclysm remnants while entire regions of space collapsed beneath spreading distortion storms. Explosions illuminated countless battlefields simultaneously. Ancient remnant armadas surged endlessly through fractured crimson corridors while civilizations throughout the universe desperately attempted to hold the line. And slowly, they began losing. Inside the central coalition command network, emergency reports flooded continuously across the tactical projections surrounding Arthur Crowne and Lucas Crowne. “Outer relay sector nine destroyed.” “Velmoran eastern fleet suffering heavy casualties.” “Distortion corruption spreading across civilian evacuation routes.” The atmosphere inside the command chamber had grown increasingly grim. Because the remnants were adapting. Every time coalition fleets stabilized one frontline, another collap