Hye kept his cards close to his chest, revealing none of his newfound strategy to Moth. He didn’t need Moth’ panic or second-guessing, interfering with the ambitious plan in his head.
Instead, he channelled the information directly to the commanders of his newly reorganised divisions. These leaders were a pragmatic selection, chosen strictly for their high-end stats and system levels.
Alongside these, he reached out to a silent ally he had kept in reserve, preparing a hidden layer for the coming storm.
He divided his total strength into twelve distinct expeditionary armies. Each was a balanced force of his fleet and deadliest warriors, but the largest and most devastating contingent was reserved for himself. This was the spearhead aid directly at the Grand Elder’s last known coordinates.
According to the intel extracted from his recent captives, the enemies had made one thing explicitly clear: the death of the Grand Elder was the primary objective of this entire war.
It was no shock to learn that the Toranks and the traitorous factions had amassed a staggering force of millions to ensure that the legendary figure never saw another dawn.
As Hye processed the sheer scale of the big harvest waiting for him, his eyes shone with a manic, endless excitent. He wasn’t walking into a slaughter; he was walking into a gold mine. However, even in his anticipation, his habit still remained.
Before he departed, he took twenty minutes to oversee the looting of the recently concluded battlefield. He collected bones and gathered loot from the inventories of the fallen.
[Are you ready?] Moth’s signal finally ca. [I’ve secured a jump point. It’s the closest stable location I can find to where the Grand Elder is currently being entrapped. It’s less than an hour’s travel ti from the coordinates, and I’ve mapped the fastest intercept path. I’m sending the navigational data now—input it directly into your flagship for imdiate transit!]
[Thanks!] Hye’s eyes flashed with dangerous light as Moth sent what he promised. [Open the portal. Now!]
Moth held true to his word. Within seconds, space began to groan and fold above the Council building. A massive, swirling portal tore open the sky, protected by the shimring, translucent layers of the council’s thick defensive dos. The mont the gateway stabilised, Hye gave the command. His grand army surged forward into the Maw.
As for the other eleven locations where the Elders were pinned down, he entrusted Moth with the task of opening the remaining portals. Hye wasn’t particularly worried about his secondary forces failing—they were powerful enough to hold their own—but he was deeply concerned about losing the loot.
He couldn’t be in twelve places at once, so he ntally mapped a plan: once the Grand Elder was secured and the next crucial steps in his plan was agreed upon, he would use the excuse of reinforcing and rescuing the other Elders to jump between the various battlefields, personally overseeing the harvest of loot and bones at each site, perhaps even adding more to his side from the enemy forces there.
He had already saved the coordinates for the Council building, ensuring he could return at will without needing Moth to help.
"Oho, now that is an unexpected developnt indeed!"
The words left Hye’s lips the mont his flagship passed through the portal. He had expected a quiet transit—an hour of travel through empty space to reach the periphery of the conflict. He had assud, like Moth, that the one-hour distance would place them far from the active theater.
Yet, both were wrong.
The mont he and his fleet passed the portal, he found himself staring into the teeth of a grand gathering of enemy forces. The void was choked with ships, and the ground below was a carpet of endless ground soldiers.
It wasn’t a quiet arrival; he had landed squarely in the middle of a massive staging area for the millions of troops the enemy was pouring into the Grand Elder’s direction.
"This is what I call a proper welcoming party..." Hye didn’t flinch. He didn’t feel the cold touch of terror or even a ripple of nervousness at being surrounded by an overwhelming enemy force. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed, a sharp, joyous sound that echoed through the command deck.
"Attack!"
The order was less a command and more a release of a coiled spring. All of his forces, still erging from the portal, unleashed a devastating, coordinated volley of fire against the surrounding fleet.
In this density of targets, precision was secondary to sheer output. Even a blindfolded gunner couldn’t miss; every beam of light and pulse of plasma found a target to destroy. But Hye wasn’t content with just firing into the crowd.
The mont his warriors engaged, Hye activated his own technique. From his central black sphere, thousands upon thousands of thick shadow arms erupted, lashing out like a kraken in a tide pool.
The mont an arm pierced an enemy ship, it didn’t just control warriors inside—it multiplied. From the controlled hosts, dozens of new shadow arms sprouted, reaching out to snare the next target in a viral, unstoppable progression of his technique.
Watching the darkness spread through the enemy ranks like a plague, Hye realised that while these forces were nurous, they weren’t that strong. By his lowest estimates, every soldier here was at least Level 2 or Level 3—superior to his base troops, but perfectly within the range of his technique.
He saw the battlefield for what it was: a chain reaction.
"New orders!" Hye shouted. "Target the outliers! Fire on the forces at a far distance! Do not waste your shots on the ones nearby—they already belong to !"
Hye’s tactical focus was razor-sharp. He wanted to secure the imdiate periter first, recruiting every enemy in his closest vicinity before expanding his influence to distant forces. To ensure his flagship and the core of his command remained untouched, he had already ticulously arranged his fleet’s formation into the usual.
He positioned the specialised ships from the other universe to encircle his standard fleet in a massive, impenetrable sphere. It was a literal ball of impregnable defence, protecting his assets from any desperate, incoming fire while he focused on the harvest.
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