The fortress where everyone had just been was smashed, and with just a lift of Mikhail's hand, a warship silently drifted over.
The previously ignored Gonzalez had adjusted and gathered his emotions, following the three of them.
As soon as they boarded the ship, Mikhail turned to Gonzalez and said, "Inform the Three Great Civilizations that everyone is here, we will proceed to rendezvous immediately."
Gonzalez nodded expressionlessly, while Reynolds glanced at him disdainfully, a flash of light in his eyes, and sneered, "You all move pretty fast; almost at the coordinate site already."
Mikhail shook his head, with data streams surging in his eyes.
Outside the portholes, the void rippled like a water curtain being slowly lifted, and large, neatly arranged warships appeared, like giant iron mountains.
The metallic hulls of the ships reflected dazzling lights under the illumination, the muzzles at the front grim, with energy glimmers faintly circulating within.
