Hundreds of Light-years away from Aldred's location, amidst the cold expanse of space, surrounded by the celestial dance of distant galaxies, the demonic commander, Azrakoth, sat upon his obsidian throne within the heart of his colossal flagship, the Stygian Eclipse. Five solar systems bowed to his command, and his dominion extended like a shadow across the cosmos.
The news of the unexpected assault on the front lines reached Azrakoth like a searing bolt of infernal lightning. His eyes, ablaze with demonic energy, narrowed as the report unfolded before him through holographic projections. His most trusted advisors, adorned with ominous horns and draped in dark cloaks, exchanged wary glances.
"Commander Azrakoth," began Borgath, the chief strategist, his voice resonating with an air of malevolence, "the humans have dared to strike at our forces. They have unleashed a force fueled by celestial fire, a power that rivals our own."