Chapter 809 Realization
As the elven fleet surged forward, breaking the constraints of the temporal loop, a palpable relief washed over Anariel and her crew. The stars and asteroids that had once threatened to be their eternal prison now flew past in streaks of light, a blur of obstacles they were leaving behind. The chief mage, his face illuminated by the glow of arcane energy dissipating from his hands, collapsed into his seat, exhausted but triumphant.
Anariel stood at the command deck, her eyes on the viewscreen, watching as the illusion of their fleet led the watcher ships into a deadly dance amidst the asteroids. The explosions that marked the end of the watcher ships were distant stars going supernova on their screen, a silent testament to their victory.
"Commander, the watcher ships have been destroyed," reported the navigation officer, his voice tinged with disbelief and awe at their own survival and cunning.