Terry executed the initial offensive maneuver with calculated precision, commanding the thousands of drones under his control to unleash a barrage of coordinated attacks directed squarely at the dark sphere, their synchronized fire painting the isolated void with streaks of glowing projectiles that hummed through the emptiness like a deadly swarm of luminous insects.
The dark sphere, still manifesting in the formidable shape of Mjolnir, weaved nimbly through the vast expanse of space, its movements fluid and evasive as it dodged each incoming missile by the narrowest of margins, a mere hair's breadth, leaving trails of distorted reality in its wake, the near-misses crackling with residual energy that briefly illuminated the surrounding darkness.
