The Grand Admiral of the 7th Fleet—jarkon hailed as one of the Minotaur clan's greatest warriors, a symbol of their pride and invincibility—now stood barely upright in the half-destroyed wreckage of his command bridge.
Once a marvel of Minotaur engineering and military precision, the command room around him had now become a shattered husk of what it once was. Consoles sparked, walls twisted inwards, and smoke curled in from cracks in the ceiling.
And beyond those crumbling bulkheads, his once-unbeaten fleet—thousands of ships strong—was nothing but drifting debris.
Annihilated by a force smaller in number, but infinitely more terrifying.
causing his pride to take a hit.
He, a peak World-Building realm cultivator, a being who had never tasted defeat.
