Despair threatened to engulf the Hyperion's bridge. Two more attacks had proven futile, bouncing off the monstrous beast like pebbles against a fortress. The crew, once resolute, now moved with a sense of numb dread.
"Your Majesty," rasped Freya, her voice devoid of its usual emotionless, "it seems our conventional weapons are useless."
Emperor Julius, his face a mask of grim determination, nodded curtly.
"Prepare the Aethon Project," he barked into the comm system.