Francus and Grigor looked at each other. "I am not dreaming, right?" Francus questioned, a mixture of disbelief and relief evident in his voice.
Grigor chuckled. "If this is a dream, it's the most vivid one I've ever had."
As the celestial forces continued to mop up the remnants of the demonic threat, the local planetary forces regained their composure. In the command center, officers who moments ago faced the imminent destruction of their planet now exchanged glances of disbelief and gratitude.
The planetary forces, propelled by newfound hope, initiated a coordinated effort to clean up the battlefield. Teams of rescuers, equipped with advanced technology, descended onto the wreckage of the fallen cargo ship. Their primary mission: to tend to the wounded and salvage whatever remained.