Chapter 169 - 168: Telekinetic Field
Commander Thorak, wiping the blood flowing from his forehead, consulted his tactical screens.
- "Our detectors are locating at least twelve heavy artillery batteries concealed within a twenty-kilometer radius. Combined magical and technological camouflage. They’re using illusion spells coupled with concealment nets."
A fifth explosion, more violent than the previous ones, shook the air to starboard. This time, one of the escort vessels, the Black Griffon, could not withstand the impact. Its hull cracked with a groan of metallic agony, and it tilted toward the ground in a spiral of smoke and flames. The cries of its crew were lost in the roar of the wind.
- "Enough!" roared Syléane, her eyes blazing with cold, calculated anger. "The human enemy wants to test our resistance? They’re about to discover what it truly means to defy draconic power!"
She stepped forward to the center of the bridge, ignoring the chaos surrounding her. Her officers, despite their wounds and dismay, turned toward her with respect mixed with anticipation. They knew they were about to witness a demonstration of power that would remain etched in their memory.
Syléane closed her eyes and breathed deeply, drawing from the reserves of magic that flowed through her veins like a river of liquid fire. She felt her draconic heritage awakening, that ancestral power that made her far more than a simple warrior. When she reopened her eyes, her pupils glowed with a scarlet light that seemed to come from the depths of her soul.
- "Stand back," she ordered calmly to her officers, who obeyed immediately.
She slowly extended her hands forward, her fingers spread like claws. Her aura, usually contained and imperceptible, suddenly became tangible. A reddish glow emanated from her body, intensifying progressively until it became visible even through the armored viewport. The air around her began to shimmer under the effect of the magical heat radiating from her skin.
- "Shield of Absolute Void!" she murmured in a clear voice but charged with an authority that seemed to resonate in parallel dimensions.
The incantation, pronounced in the ancient draconic language, triggered an immediate reaction. An immense telekinetic sphere materialized around the entire fleet, a bubble of pure force with a diameter of ten kilometers. Translucent but shimmering with golden runes, it pulsed to the rhythm of Syléane’s heart. The air itself seemed to solidify, creating an impenetrable barrier between the armada and the outside world.