——The final moment has arrived.
When Major Gorchak, who always kept the decisive battle with Pasiphael in mind, experienced this insight, he surprisingly felt no real sensation.
Is it because with the prospect of the fleet's decisive battle constantly in mind, he became calm when truly facing battle? Or did the intense current situation dilute the excitement? Or did he become calm after reaching the peak of excitement?
Forget it, none of this matters now.
"Does heaven also want me to personally end this?"
Staring at the elegant silhouette of the distant battleships, Gorchak's lips curved into a ferocious arc.
"Then I simply have to follow destiny's decree. Forward, the fleet!!"
The fleet commander forcefully swung his arm as the flagship of the Yamrizha stationed fleet steamed full speed ahead toward the battlefield of destiny.
Major Gorchak was very aware that victory or defeat depended on this moment.
