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Emperor Julius, his face etched with grief and exhaustion, appeared on the bridge screen. "Report!" he barked, his voice hoarse.
Brynhild straightened her shoulders, wiping the sweat from her brow.
"The beast is gone, Your Majesty. But… at a cost." She gestured to the ravaged landscape outside.
A heavy silence descended upon the bridge. The crew of the Hyperion had won the battle, but at a terrible price. The victory hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the devastation wrought by the monstrous creatures.
The threat may have been neutralized for now, but the future remained uncertain. The question lingered in the minds of everyone aboard the Hyperion: was this just the beginning?
Quickly news began spreading and panic spreading everywhere.