The battlefield, already a vortex of chaos and destruction, was suddenly pierced by a new and unexpected arrival. From a quantum tunnel, a small, sleek vessel emerged, its hull marked with distinct green lines that glowed with an otherworldly energy. It appeared as if conjured from the fabric of space itself, a silent harbinger amidst the cacophony of war.
Francus, his attention momentarily diverted from the Dreadnaught, watched in stunned amazement as the vessel maneuvered into position with a grace and precision that seemed almost supernatural. He could not help but feel a mix of curiosity and awe at the sight of this mysterious ship.