"You...!"
The woman gasped, returning to her senses. Her eyes glared at Axel, teeth grinding in fear and anger mixed together—two things that didn't sit well side by side, and showed plainly on her face because of it.
Her mind was in panic.
After all, they came here thinking it was an easy job, bullying a weak dimension ruler who was brave enough to "steal" recipes from the Trismus Weapon Solutions.
But without knowing what happened, over half of the 10,000 fleet she brought with her to "intimidate" the other party just vanished without a trace.
No, some of the ships near the edges had chunks left behind, falling toward the ground with loud thuds—heavy, final sounds that rolled across the landscape like distant thunder, each one a punctuation mark on just how thoroughly things had gone wrong.
Such were proofs that what happened wasn't an illusion, or a forced teleportation.
"Something" destroyed the fleet.
And it could, most likely, destroy the rest in a snap too.
