And he'd watched entire fleets get frozen in place, their warp drives scrambled, their reality-bending tech rendered useless. Ships had drifted helplessly while the enemy fleet's weapons tore through them like paper.
That golden wave wasn't just light... it was a cage. A prison made of pure dimensional disruption. Once you were inside it, you couldn't run. You couldn't hide. You couldn't even warp.
It shut down escape itself.
"All ships!" the general screamed into the emergency broadcast channel. "This is a death zone! If you stay in that golden light, you won't be able to jump! Don't fight! just RUN!"
But the golden waves kept spreading, widening in rings like ripples across water... beautiful, glowing, and utterly deadly. The Cleopatra kept descending, slowly and steadily, like a divine hammer falling from heaven.
"Hurry! Take us out of here, now!" the musician general shouted out, his voice echoing with desperation across the command bridge.
