The first reality-consuming missiles struck the outer perimeter of the Sovereign Confluence fleet with effects that defied conventional physics. Where they impacted, space didn't explode—it simply ceased. Hull plating, atmosphere, crew members, even the quantum foam that comprised the fabric of spacetime itself... all of it vanished as if it had never existed at all.
"Evasive maneuvers!" Reed commanded from the bridge of the Sovereign's Reach, but his words felt hollow against the scope of what they faced. How do you dodge weapons that unmake the very concept of location?
Through the reinforced viewports, the Harvester main fleet presented a sight that turned sanity inside out. Their vessels moved with geometric precision through space that rippled and twisted around them, reality bending to accommodate their passage. Each ship pulsed with energy that seemed to drain color from the surrounding vacuum, leaving wounds in existence that ached to perceive.
