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Chapter 15: A Dance of Aethel

The observation deck thrummed with chaotic energy. Holographic displays flickered erratically, depicting the brutal ballet of the space battle raging beyond the protective barrier of the Ascended Plane. Vel and Anya watched, their stomachs churning with a mixture of dread and fierce determination.The Xhosian vessels, sleek and menacing, clashed with the more agile Ascended warships. Blasts of raw, corrupt Aethel ripped through the void, countered by the precise, shimmering shields of the Ascended defense. But the arrival of the Krogan warships shifted the balance. These hulking, heavily armored vessels, bristled with grotesque weaponry, unleashing barrages of brutal projectiles and waves of crackling, crimson energy.The Ascended forces, despite their technological advantage, were pushed back. The Krogan tactics were barbaric, focused on overwhelming firepower and brute force. The Ascended, accustomed to more measured engagements, struggled to find a foothold.Vel felt a surge of anger, a primal urge to lash out. He remembered the Guardian's words, the warning about the double-edged sword of Aethel. He gripped the orb containing the Spasian knowledge tighter, seeking solace in its cool, pulsating light."We can't just stand here," Anya said, her voice taut with urgency. "We have to help."Vel nodded, his gaze sharpening. "But not by blindly throwing ourselves into the fray. We need to use our skills, our newfound control."Anya reached out, her fingers brushing against his. A silent communication passed between them, a shared understanding of their strategy. They wouldn't win through brute force; they had to fight smarter, exploit their unique connection to Aethel.Focusing their energies, Vel and Anya activated the Spasian artifacts. The goggles bathed Anya's vision in a swirling sea of blue energy, revealing the flow and vulnerabilities within the battlefield. Vel, empowered by the orb's knowledge, felt a deeper connection to Aethel, its currents responding to his thoughts.Anya, her voice sharp with urgency, began directing Vel. "There, see that Krog cruiser? Its rear shields are weak. Focus your Aethel there, a precise blast, enough to disable it, not obliterate it."Vel closed his eyes, visualizing the target. He channeled his Aethel, not as a torrent of raw power, but as a focused stream. It lanced through the void, striking the Krog cruiser's weak point with pinpoint accuracy. A blinding flash erupted, followed by a ripple of energy distorting the cruiser's hull. It sputtered, veering away from the battle line.Anya pointed again, guiding Vel's attacks. He became a surgeon wielding Aethel, crippling enemy ships with calculated strikes, exploiting weaknesses revealed by Anya's enhanced vision. Their strategy, a combination of knowledge and precision, began to turn the tide.The Ascended forces, witnessing the effectiveness of Vel and Anya's unorthodox tactics, rallied. They adapted their own strategies, focusing on exploiting the openings created by Vel's pinpoint attacks. The Krogan, unaccustomed to such calculated maneuvers, faltered.However, the Xhosian flagship remained untouched, a dark monolith spewing forth waves of corrupt Aethel. Vel's vision from earlier flared in his mind – the grotesque figure, a leader of the Xhosians, no doubt. He felt a surge of determination. He had to take down that ship, to stop the source of the Xhosian corruption."Anya," he said, his voice tight with resolve. "I'm going to focus everything I have on the Xhosian flagship. Cover me."Anya nodded, her expression grim. "Be careful, Vel. Don't let it overpower you."Vel closed his eyes, shutting out the chaos of the battlefield. He channeled the orb's knowledge, the forgotten techniques of the Spasians, weaving Aethel into a complex construct. It pulsed in his hands, a swirling vortex of raw power held in check by his newfound control.With a deep breath, Vel unleashed the construct. It streaked across the void, a beacon of pure Aethel, aimed directly at the heart of the Xhosian flagship. The impact was blinding. A wave of energy erupted, engulfing the flagship. The vessel shuddered, its dark hull cracking and groaning.Then, silence. The Xhosian flagship drifted, a lifeless husk. The remaining Xhosian and Krog ships, their leader vanquished, faltered. Their attacks became sporadic, their resolve crumbling.Seizing the opportunity, the Ascended forces pressed their advantage. The Krogan ships retreated, leaving behind their battered Xhosian allies. The battlefield fell silent, save for the faint hum of the Ascended vessels.Vel and Anya, drained but exhilarated