The vacuum of space offered no sound, but the visual violence of the collision was absolute.
The Ascendant pierced the center of the Harvester vanguard like a black needle driving into a swarm of jagged locusts. The enemy vessels were colossal chunks of dead planetary crust, bound together by bleeding purple gravity tethers. They possessed no shields and no elegance. They relied purely on the terrifying, crushing kinetic weight of their massive hulls.
They attempted to catch the Ironwood dreadnought in a localized gravity net.
Elara did not allow it. The seventeen year old Void Lord stood at the viewport with both hands raised, her silver eyes blazing with cold, absolute authority. The sprawling chasm of nothingness she had ripped open at the bow of the ship acted as a cosmic predator.
