The Dying Imperial Capital

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Since three days ago, thunderous noises had been echoing in the sky of Empyreal Terminus day and night. It was not the sound of cannon fire, but the sound of countless starships, cosmic armed shuttles, and crystal suits rushing to the battlefield through the clouds, as well as the sound of their falling debris.

When the sunlight illuminated the planet, which was on the brink of destruction, the sky, which should've been blue, was swept away by crimson tides. In the hazy clouds, one could vaguely see the enormous and fuzzy shadows of countless starships, which were the natural phenomena when the spiritual shield of a starship was triggered to the maximum and the radiation it released diffracted and spread in the atmosphere. It was like a man-made, cruel, and fatal rainbow.