This environment, however, was something the Platoon had prepared for. The ships' sensors had been calibrated for such conditions, and the onboard magicians, using their enhanced abilities, could sense movements through the nebula's dense clouds.
"Prepare for enemy contact," Francus announced over the comm, his voice steady yet alert. Grigor, standing beside him, monitored the strategic displays, watching for any sign of the demonic fleet.
Suddenly, the sensors picked up multiple contacts. The demonic fleet, hidden within the nebula, had been waiting for them. "Enemy ships ahead!" shouted a crew member.
Grigor gave the order to engage. The Platoon's ships, armed with advanced weaponry, opened fire.
The nebula erupted with flashes of energy weapons and explosions, the sounds muffled by the vacuum of space but visible as bright flares through the gas clouds.