Forty minutes after the first notification, the data from the planets under attack began to flow in. Three hundred Volga attack vessels had been downed, and over a million soldiers were dead.
None of the five planets was currently losing territory, and more forces were incoming.
The Alliance Envoys' shock at the situation was quickly turning to horror as the video feeds of the situation began to resolve on their screens. The Alliance had sent observation craft to the affected systems to check for signs of war crimes and other violations of the involved groups' treaties, and what they found was utter ruthlessness that made even the Hunters raise an impressed eyebrow.
The Reavers weren't trying to eliminate the Volga. They were trying to loot them dry.
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Inheritor of Magic: The Magi King
It had been hundreds of years since humans and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans.
Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured. No Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world.
Or so they thought.